Sleepwalkers

We are sleepwalkers
never knowing where we step
We are sweet talkers
making deals with every breath
And we're lucky, we might wake up before
the sun begins to set

Seeing through a glass, though darkly
We are moving in a trance
With a hundred good excuses to never risk a chance.

(chorus)

It's a game of crime and punishment
that we somehow have to play
until the bough breaks, and the child wakes, and it's
all taken away

(chorus)

When there's nothing left to work for
nothing more you need to be
When the ties that bind are loosened
and at last, you're walking free

(chorus)