The Will Song

Wanna keep on moving, I am hanging on a wire

I've lost reception from the faded spire

And when the silence all comes crashing down

There's nothing left but for you to make a sound

And will you, will you, will you, will you listen to me?

Certain innuendos make it so hard to be

There are things that I remember

In a way I had reflection

There are things that I remember

In a way make it what you will

In a way make it what you will

You keep on moving on, you keep on moving on