Somebody told me we’re all born out of tune just to get around
Around and around
And someone told me there’s a reason to show
We’re all made of sound

As we try to find out who we are
Try to find out who we are

Somebody told me we’re like strings in a cord
Made to carry on
With the same old song
And someone said we’re about to dissolve into oblivion

As we try to find out who we are
We’re just trying to find out who we are

When we fall down again
When we stand tall to face the end

Somebody told me about the same old dream
We are livid full a long time ago
And someone told me about the same old ways [bad word] back for more

Trying to find out who we are
Trying to find out who we are

When we fall down again
When we stand tall to rise again

Forget the line that draws on forever
Forget the shape of things [bad word] You’re just a cloud of celestial weather
And you’re down

When we fall
When we fall

Forget the line that draws on forever
Forget the shape of things [bad word] You’re in a cloud of celestial weather
And you’re down

Forget the line that draws on forever
And everything you’ve thought to [bad word] You’re just a cloud of celestial weather
And you’re down

When we fall
When we fall
When we fall
When we fall
When we fall