It's hard to tell these days what's true

We fight each other over what to do

It's all opinion, in my view

That's how it's written, I don't get to choose

Another scripted surprise... and

That lift you get when you cut me down to size

A pang of heartache standing in for each goodbye

How many knocks do we have to take?

How many knocks before we answer our fate?

I think I know how this should feel

And this ain't it but it presents as real

A pang of heartache knowing what it might reveal

How much effort do we have to make?

How much effort til we carry our weight?

Though you can only see my eyes

I can hardly breathe through this disguise

A pang of heartache for every line left unrevised

How many knocks do we have to take?

How many knocks before we answer our fate?

Now here comes that feeling again

I recognize it by its intent

A pang of heartache mixed in with some discontent

I hear it knocking but no one's really in suspense

I wrote the script for it so I know just what it represents

All the effort that we have to make

But how much effort til we feel it start to break?

Feel it start to break

Feel it start to break

Feel it start to break