Change in moments makes you weak...
Take it from me: best not to speak, take it from me
I wait should a day turn things my way
Will I still believe?
Will I still believe?
And I don't know what I'm saying...
Ah, when
When will I be myself again
When will I feel where I begin
The universe and all within
I fall...
Although I reach for what I want
I'm used to getting what I don't
Will I ever have control?
Oh, control...
Rain falls somewhere every day...
Take it from me: nothing to see, taken from me
Oh, I wait for that day I have no shame
And no past to blame or trap me, oh
Will I still believe?
But I don't know what I'm saying...
Ah, when
When will I be myself again
When will I feel where I begin
The universe and all within
I fall...
Although I reach for what I want
I'm used to getting what I don't
Will I ever have control?
Control... ever have control...
INSANE
Although I carry hope in spades
I'm staring Shiva in the face
As she take everything away
I fall
Although I reach for what I want
I'm used to getting what I don't
And just a semblance of control
It's just a semblance of control...
Just a semblance of control...
Control