 
                        She said don't spin yourself around
                                             so fast that you can't stop
 
                                             I was an anchor in the ground
                                             and that's what hurts the most
                                          
Ran through the city to find you
                                             and all you ever wanted was to be found
                                             rhythm of life
                                             can cut like a knife
 
                                             we all get lost and dissatisfied
                                          
The sounds of silence here
                                             don't mean to make it any worse
                                             I just feel like you put some miles on me
                                             then suddenly shifted in reverse
                                          
I can understand why you'd want to explain
                                             shut the door secure the chain
                                             take down the picture frames
                                             Cause it's the first time I've worn the stains
                                             woven by the flow of human nature waiting
                                          
Ran through the city to find you
                                             and all you ever wanted was to be found
                                             rhythm of life
                                             can cut like a knife
 
                                             we all get lost and dissatisfied
                                          
Ran through the city to find you
                                             and all you ever wanted was to be found
                                             Ran through the city to find you
                                             and all you ever needed was to be found
                                             rhythm of life
                                             cut through us like a knife
 
                                             we all get confused by the tricks of night
                                          
I got to thinking about it
										     the grudges that I kept
											 the years of carying that weight
											 when there was truly nothing left