Slow Dance

Ooh 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 then 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?)

To be, at one, with all your life

(Trapped in our own private hells)

(Where we just scream, but no one can hear)

And do, without doing a thing

(X marks the spot where the dig begins)

(The treasure is found within)

(The broken hearts that are soaked with fear)

Don't try too hard to understand

Or you'll miss the, miss the point at hand