Life seems to stand still in time
As the soul retires deaf, dumb and blind
And all we feel if far from real
As these gears which once had driven us lie still and frozen

Innocence has long grown old
As idle hearts have long grown cold

Right or wrong, we go along
Lame and tired, the will to try
Deep down inside all of us lies dying
It's easy not to see what this should be

Wind this spring and watch it grow
Stand back and watch as it explodes
And all unfolds as all we hold
Wound tightly, carefully, silently unravels

Idle hands have lost their hold
As idle minds think what they're told

Right or wrong, we go along
Lame and tired, the will to try
Deep down inside all of us lies dying
It's easy not to see what this could be

Right or wrong, we go along
Lame and tired, the will to try
Deep down inside all of us lies dying
It's easy not to see what this could be