Hey you, standing there, stock-still and staring
Down the barrel of a loaded gun
What will you do when you're faced with a decision
And the moment you've been waiting for comes?
Don't ask me why old wounds still sting
When your fingertips brush across the scars
And don't ask me why your head still spins
When you lay down on your back and look up at the stars
Hey you, sitting there, hesitating, waiting
With a sword hanging over your head
What will you do when the hour glass is empty
And the needle's buried deeper in the red?
Don't ask me why old wounds still sting
When your fingertips brush across the scars
And don't ask me why your head still spins
When you lay down on your back and look up at the stars