isn't it ironic
that we
see everything
hear everything
yet no one tells us
anything

isn't it funny
that we
dream the dreams
chase the dreams
yet no one lets us
live the dreams.

Because I've got
no strength to give out
no space to give in
no time to give up
no place for my sin
and i was doing the least i could do
when i found you.

this is a song for you and me
and those who told us the story
this is a song for the empty streets
and the ones that hold the glory

I've got
no strength to fall down
no space to jump in
no time to break on
no place for my sin
and i was doing the least i could do
when i found you.