The Working Hour

These things that I've been told can rearrange

My world, my doubt in time but inside out

This is the working hour

We are paid by those who learn by our mistakes

This is the working hour

We are paid by those who learn by our mistakes

This day and age for all and not for one

All lies and secrets, put on, put on and on

This is the working hour

We are paid by those who learn by our mistakes

This is the working hour

We are paid by those who learn by our mistakes

Fear is such a vicious thing

It wraps me up in chains

Find out, find out, what this fear is about

Find out, find out, what this fear is about

Find out, find out, what this fear is about