Time
Is all we ever wanted in this life
We glue ourselves together every night
A star upon a rock against the tide

Try
To separate the body from the mind
We fall apart in ways we never like
We move the frame until we are the sky
We're gonna be the last ones standing
Much better for the hard-earned landing
If we're a part of everything
Then all is as it oughta be
We're gonna be the last ones standing

Home
Is only an illusion of the soul
We fool ourselves to the think we have control
As if there were another way to go
We're gonna be the last ones standing
Much better for the hard-earned landing
If we're a part of everything
Then all is as it oughta be
We're gonna be the last ones standing

When the smoke clears
When the smoke clears
When the smoke clears
When the smoke clears
When the smoke clears
When the smoke clears