I'm at the centre of the universe
I'm gonna hide here 'til the danger's passed
Don't know why I'm here
Why I live in fear
I'm at the centre of a hurricane
Feel like a desert in the pouring rain
Don't know why I'm here
Why I live in fear
Got my hand on the tiller
Got a grip on the wheel
But my vision is failing
And my hands cannot feel
And the black night is falling
And the children are lost
And the voices are calling
"At what price, what cost
At what price, what cost?"
I'm like a dancer with a ball and chain
I'm like a painting in a broken frame
Don't know why I'm here
Why I live in fear
I'm like a child who doesn't understand
A broken promise in a wonderland
Don't know why I'm here
Why I live in fear
Got my hand on the tiller
Got a grip on the wheel
But my vision is failing
And my hands cannot feel
And the black night is falling
And the children are lost
And the voices are calling
"At what price, what cost
At what price, what cost?"
(Instrumental)
I don't know why I'm here
Why I live in fear
Got my hand on the tiller
Got a grip on the wheel
But my vision is failing
And my hands cannot feel
And the black night is falling
And the children are lost
And the voices are calling
"At what price, what cost
At what price, what cost
At what price, what cost
At what price, what cost?"
I'm gonna hide here 'til the danger's passed
Don't know why I'm here
Why I live in fear
I'm at the centre of a hurricane
Feel like a desert in the pouring rain
Don't know why I'm here
Why I live in fear
Got my hand on the tiller
Got a grip on the wheel
But my vision is failing
And my hands cannot feel
And the black night is falling
And the children are lost
And the voices are calling
"At what price, what cost
At what price, what cost?"
I'm like a dancer with a ball and chain
I'm like a painting in a broken frame
Don't know why I'm here
Why I live in fear
I'm like a child who doesn't understand
A broken promise in a wonderland
Don't know why I'm here
Why I live in fear
Got my hand on the tiller
Got a grip on the wheel
But my vision is failing
And my hands cannot feel
And the black night is falling
And the children are lost
And the voices are calling
"At what price, what cost
At what price, what cost?"
(Instrumental)
I don't know why I'm here
Why I live in fear
Got my hand on the tiller
Got a grip on the wheel
But my vision is failing
And my hands cannot feel
And the black night is falling
And the children are lost
And the voices are calling
"At what price, what cost
At what price, what cost
At what price, what cost
At what price, what cost?"