Sometimes the future seems so far
I've traveled through these constellations
And lost a piece at every star
I've made my reservations (to outer space)
Gravity is pulling me back
Trembling, my fingers trace the strings down to the ground
Down to the hungry hands
These are the hungry hands
As marionettes, we walk but we long to run
Through scripted miles we speak silence as one
Clever are these plans
And brilliantly designed
Sunrise lights the path beneath us
But enemies are never hard to find
Smiling behind smoke and mirror spines
They wait as wolves
After the scent of blood
We wait as the shadows spill
Over the ground
They're not tame, tame
Hungry for the taste of screams
And what a shame, shame
We've got them feeding on our dreams
As marionettes, we walk but we long to run
Through scripted miles we speak silence as
We explorers of the future
Stand in awe of this breathtaking scene
So open those blind eyes
And take it all in
We are but grains of sand and powerless
We are but grains of sand and powerless
We are but grains of sand
We are but grains of sand and
As marionettes, we walk but we long to run
Through scripted miles we speak silence as one
As marionettes, we walk but we long to run
Through scripted miles we speak silence as one
We are but grains of sand
We are but grains of sand