Head to the wall Not at all what was asked for Turn that old look to how good we've got it here Walking it off, I knew it was uncalled for, Took to the ground by the sound of 'It's up to you' There's nothing out of our hands There's nothing out of our hands Souls don't decide Why should I be obliged to? Keep that in mind while I lay there Beside you tonight I could only comfort you in ways That time is lost in time it took to say 'There's nothing out of our hands' There's nothing out of our hands Walking it off, I knew it was uncalled for Turn that old look See how good we've got it here