As the shots rang out on the motorcade
We felt nothing at all
We said it happens

Yeah it happens all the time
With a dealer's hand we gently build our house of cards
As kings and queens are dining in your yards

We tied this up
With a bow
The science of rock and roll

To bleed a dream with a stolen chance
The art of life is a fleeting glance
We close our eyes

The air is cold I breathe tonight
The frosted lends
It dims our eyes

With our clenched teeth we numbly bite
And gently crack our pearly whites
With vengeance we could light the flame

But instead we choose to proudly look away
With tear-filled eyes and aching arms
He stares at his useless hands

We dropped the ball
We lost it on our own
As the torrents fell on the sleeping town

We felt nothing at all