Chorus:
Are you ready to put it all on the line
Sweep them off their feet, no control
Flawed by some grand design
And tell everybody how you feel

There is nothing to prove
In a land with nothing
And everything's coming down on you
But you got one thing to hold you down

Breaking away far from society
And I'm stuck in the desolation
That I call my empty soul
Is their no rest for the weary

Are you ready to put it all on the line
Sweep them off their feet, no control
Flawed by some grand design
And tell everybody how you feel

Sleep with the dust devils
The wind is quite friendly
Compared to the laughing pointing
Devils of society

And tell me when do we walk
Far away, never turn back
And it's all coming down
On your head... on your head.

Are you ready to put it all on the line
Sweep them off their feet, no control
Flawed by some grand design
And tell everybody how you feel

Are you ready to put it all on the line
Sweep them off their feet, no control
Flawed by some grand design
And tell everybody how you feel