No man
Could dream in a scene of fear
Before he pays in gratitude

Nowhere to run

We're out of time

We're out of place
We're moths to the burning


We're out of time
We're out of place
We're moths to the burning


In time
The tides will turn on you

Decide
The lines are not in view
So turn the knife


We're out of time
We're out of place

We're lost to the burning

We're out of time

We're out of place
We're lost to the burning


No place for me

It'll not be the same again

Cause all is lost and all is wasted