Keep the world at your fingertips.
Bite your tongue 'till you're sick of it.
'Cause it seems you're out in the cold,
and it seems you're losing control,
and it seems it's taking its toll.

But these are things you don't know, as you bury your head,
as you turn and you go, from everything that you've said.
'Cause everything that that you say, can't be taken away,
And as the lights go down, you're about to find out.

Keep the word as your saving grace.
Breathing hard as you show your face.
'Cause it seems you're losing control,
and it seems it's taking its toll,
and it seems your altitude's low.

But these are things you don't know, as you bury your head,
as you turn and you go, from everything that you've said.
'Cause everything that that you say, can't be taken away,
And as the lights go down, you're about to find out.

But these are things you don't know, as you bury your head,
as you turn and you go, from everything that you've said.
'Cause everything that that you say, can't be taken away,
And as the lights go down, you're about to find out.