Slow Dance - Senses Fail

If you pull too hard

Then the string will break.

And if you leave the slack

Then the string won’t hold.

So how can we find ourselves

Trapped in our own private hells

Where we just scream but no one can hear

'X' marks the spot where the dig begins

The treasure is found within

The broken hearts that are soaked with fear.

Fill the glass to the brim

And it will spill out.

And keep on sharpening the knife,

And it will, it will be so blunt.

So how can we find ourselves

Trapped in our own private hells

Where we just scream but no one can hear

'X' marks the spot where the dig begins

The treasure is found within

The broken hearts that are soaked with fear.

To be at one with all your life

So how can we find ourselves

Trapped in our own private hells

Where we just scream but no one can hear

So how can we find ourselves (So be)

Trapped in our own private hells (at one)

Where we just scream but no one can hear (with all your life)

'X' marks the spot where the dig begins (And do)

The treasure is found within (without)

The broken hearts that are soaked with fear (doing a thing)

Don’t try too hard to understand

Or you’ll miss the, miss the point at hand.