So far your hands are left wanting 
You fall down 
In search of your calling 
Your fascinations led 
To these myths inside your head 
Infatuations dead 
You turn around instead 
And try to understand the things they've said 

Some might say they've found a way to heaven 
And celebrate their ordinary ways 
You might say you've found a way to heaven 
But I don't believe in anything I've seen 
In you so far 

So far your hands are left wanting 
You fall down 
Youre falling 
Imaginations led 
To these myths inside your head 
Infatuations dead 
You turn around instead 
To try to understand from your bed