In the middle of it all Are you happy with what you've done? Are you happy at all? In the middle of it 'Cause you made us bound to fall To break and crumble at your call To crumble just at all You made us I 'd like to walk on streets of gold Reach my hand out, find yours there to hold And you tell me along, that I was your Fold And you tell me along, that I was your Fold Yours only to hold