When the bells stop ringing,
And when all those true believers,
Have left the house of god,
We're left at odds.

There is a woman kneeling and weeping,
She embraces the lady beside her who does the same.
You play their game, you go along with their game,
But you know it's just a game.

And then you fall and you fall and you fall,
Only to be lifted up.

Lifted up, you've forgotten what you like about life,
You are lifted up, you're your father's son in the night.

When the world stops spinning,
And you look down,
At what you've become to those fools.
They're abusing your rules.

Now you find your words lost their meaning over time,
But these two ears still hear clearly.

And then you fall and you fall and you fall,
Only to be lifted up.

Lifted up, you've forgotten what you like about life,
You are lifted up, you're your father's son in the night.

And then you fall and you fall and you fall,
Only to be lifted up.

Lifted up, you've forgotten what you like about life,
You are lifted up, you're your father's son in the night.

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