A ball is bouncing faster
Between the hands of the quintet
Playing two on three
Smeared glass window, looking through
Holding on to whatever's left of you
Everyone is waiting
Broken wings hold us down
Words are meaning less
We're ignoring more
A ball is bouncing faster
Between the hands of the quintet
Playing two on three
Smeared glass window, looking through
Holding on to whatever's left of you
Everyone is waiting
Broken wings hold us down
Words are meaning less
We're ignoring more