So far, your hands are left wanting
You fall down in search of your calling
Your fascination's led to these myths inside your head
Infatuation's dead, you turn around instead
And try to understand the things they've said
Some might say they've found a way to Heaven
And celebrate their ordinary ways
You might say you've found a way to Heaven
But I don't believe in anything I've seen in you so far
So far, your hands are left wanting
You fall down, you're falling
Imagination's led to these myths inside your head
Infatuation's dead, you turn around instead
To try to understand from your bed

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