I can hear the choir singing from the top of their lungs / Standing outside in the cold wondering which way I should run / I thought that everything would turn out right, now look what I’ve become / A man I wouldn’t have respect for if I’d met me when I was young / I will try to make up for lost time forsaking all I’ve done and left undone / I will try to make up for lost time forsaking all I’ve done and left undone / Trace the roots of old cathedrals just to see where they’d go / A maze of tributaries feeding where the rivers would never flow / Pieces of my life collect in the shape of a smoking gun / I thought that everything would turn out right but look what I’ve become / I will try to make up for lost time forsaking all I’ve done and left undone / I will try to make up for lost time forsaking all I’ve done and left undone / I will leave this firing line, / I have nothing to rewind / I will try to make up for lost time forsaking all I’ve done and left undone / I will try to make up for lost time forsaking all I’ve done and left undone / I will try to make up for lost time forsaking all I’ve done and left undone / All I’ve done and left undone, all I’ve done and left undone / All I’ve done and left undone.
