I'm fastening myself to the rhythm Like a ribbon So when the morning breaks And the sun is still shy It's tied like a kite Though it tries to escape me And tangle itself up in my mind I might break a new string Lose my voice so that i can't sing Or lose the beat at the wrong time And watch the rhythm float off Into the sky that might be soft Or fall to ground that never was We dance, our hopeless shaking To the skins that we're breaking Or beat upon so as not to feel What's wrong with this rhythm What's wrong with this rhythm What's wrong What's wrong What's wrong What's wrong What's wrong?