The sense required is all too vague
Within my faculties, building me
This awesome presence longs to see

The times I've fallen
The times I've failed


And I've never seen my hands
And I couldn't walk away
Two worlds are the same tomorrow

Still I must not complain

The sense acquired is all too grave

With less than one percent left in me
This awesome prison locked and sealed
For times I've borrowed, for times I've failed





And I've never seen my hands
And I couldn't walk away
Two worlds are the same tomorrow

Still I must not complain

And I've never seen my hands

And I couldn't walk away
Two worlds are the same tomorrow
Still I must not complain


And I've never heard a whisper
And I'd never speak of pain

Two worlds are the same tomorrow
To all I seem inane