Give me something, oh God, I've missed the meaning And let me feel something I've just been pretended To be the man everyone is needing And not the one who stands behind fearing Take back those words, I've heard them before From my father's tempered hands, my mother's addicted soul Why can't you see, the man in the scene isn't me The curtains have drawn And empty states conceived Who takes the hostage of every soul that departs The heavens they go, were sent away through hearts Take back those words, I've heard them before And keep them all locked, away from the world From pen to paper I've noted once more From my father's tempered hands, my mother's addicted soul (From pen to the paper I've noted) (From pen to the paper I've noted once more) From pen to paper, I noticed again Take back those words, I've heard them before And keep them all locked, away from the world From pen to paper I've noted once more From my father's tempered hands, my mother's addicted soul