Can we speak?
Would it make a difference,
Or should we walk and let it be?
Torn between
Living in a riddle, or moving on with destiny
It's been a while, but that don't mean a thing
When the stakes are high
And the talk comes cheap
It seems like the more that I try tp hold on
The more it all seems to all slip away
The less I speak, the more you say
And I already know…
I already know…I already know
So, here you go again
You're surrendering it all
Yet your caught between
The old day from the new
But you find them far and few
Between the scars
And if it seems like the more
That you try to hold on
The more it all seems to all slip away
The less you speak, the more I say
And you already know…
You already know…you already know
Don't you notice the more
We try to hold on
The more it seems to slip away
The less we speak, the more they say
And we already know…
We already know…we already know
