What are you fighting for?
It ain't nothing
You ain't had before
It ain't nothing
You ain't felt before
And still you cry
Is there nothing new?
Is there nothing
To inspire you?
So you found that
All your dreams came true
And still you cry
Time is running out
Can you get back
What you blossomed out?
Can you round up
All those memories?
And tell them to breathe
There is a future
Coming up behind
And I can feel it
But I don't know where it's coming from
And I can hold it but I
I cannot see its face
And time is out of my hand
