There's no time.
But I have so much.
And when I dig it empty,
I have nothing to offer.
Two hands, ten fingers to give you nothing.
Nothing.
Do you want it?
I don't have it.
A future dies.
No big surprise.
I killed my chance to save.
An angel cries, it burns here.
Yes, and she sings a different song.
Silence.
Give me some time to stab myself with the truth again.
Give me some time to burn myself to the ground.
Help me back up.
Yeah, help me back up.

Copyright: Capitol CMG Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Adrian Belew, Anthony Charles Levin, Margaret Belew, Robert Fripp, William Scott Bruford