I can hear
The sound coming out of them
But I don't seem to be able
To comprehend
I can feel
Their bullets fly through me
But I think i've decided
They don't work on me

And I guess I
should thank you
By the way, for helping me, me
To open my head
And I guess I
should thank you
and letting it all out
For showing me the way
To be free

(To be free)
(To be free)
(To be free)
(To be free)
(To be free)
(To be free)

Sweeping broad strokes
With my lathe of heaven
paint right over
every last trace
Sweeping broad strokes
With my lathe of heaven
paint right over
every last trace

I can hear
The sound coming out of them
But I don't seem to be able
To comprehend
I can feel
Their bullets fly through me
But I think i've decided
They don't work on me

And I guess I
should thank you
By the way, for helping me, me
To open my head
And I guess I
should thank you
For helping me
letting all that
get out

Sweeping broad strokes
With my lathe of heaven
paint right over
every last trace
Sweeping broad strokes
With my lathe of heaven
paint right over
every last trace

Sweeping broad strokes
With my lathe of heaven
paint right over
every last trace

(We have all the time in the world)
every last trace (we have all the time in our world)

'Cause ive decided (we have all the time in our world)
There is nothing else but
You and me (we have all the time in our world)

'Cause ive decided (we have all the time in our world)
There is nothing else but
You and me (we have all the time in our world)

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Antonio Sánchez, Atticus Ross, Trent Reznor