When we hit the ground

Where is the passion the love and the action that lies
Beneath all the glamour, the chores and the daily things you try?
They won't hear you, your face is clear
But your voice is not around
You give them reasons, they can't retrieve
Are you prepared for another round?

Where is the passion the love and the action that lies
Beneath all the glamour, the chores and the daily things you try?
They won't hear you, your face is clear
But your voice is not around
You give them reasons, they can't retrieve
Are you prepared for the second round?

Drawn tighter around your neck
Drawn tighter around your head
But this is how it sounds
When we both hit the ground

Stalking commotion, the bays and the oceans' might
You wander for hours but still you're lacking behind
They won't hear you, your face is clear
But your voice is not around
You give them reasons, they can't retrieve
Are you prepared for another round?

Drawn tighter around your neck
Drawn tighter around your head
But this is how it sounds
When we both hit the ground