We all are clocks ticking downward
Finding our gravity in half-spent time and space
Grinding our gears but losing friction
It doesn't seem to matter, we unravel anyway
We all are pumping blood
Through tired veins, through our tired veins
Our hope, it - it sticks like mud
To tired ways, to our tired ways
In our tired ways we lie
Hoping that something will lift us from the dirt
Time marches on like a war drum
But we are stuck on gravity, repeating our mistakes
Maybe it's better we not survive
All we seem to do is hurt each other
And lose what we did love
This isn't living, yeah
My hope has a different anthem
It sings a different song
My eyes are on a better savior
Better than these tired bones
My hope has a different anthem
It sings a different song
My eyes are on a better savior
Better than these tired bones
We all are pumping blood
Through tired veins, through our tired veins
Our hope, it - it sticks like mud
To tired ways, to our tired ways
In our tired ways we lie
Hoping that something will lift us from the dirt
Yeah, we try with our hands tied
We lie when we could fly
We try until we die