What if they've got it all wrong?
Because the saints are dead,
And heaven is too far away,
We're too far gone,
I tremble when I'm touching you,
And die inside when I'm not,
What I really want is,
And I don't know where to find it,
Crowded out by dreams behind it,
I woke to find that I'm alone,
And the concepts that I know now,
Are beyond what I control,
It's driving me insane,
Just to remember my name,
What I really want is lost.