Hope lives with darkness, he sleeps in her bed
And darkness fills tables with desperate friends
For the harvest of heartache on which hope
Depends how the lost echo
The light at the end is a white paper pin hole
Loosely pinned to the wall
Down the miles of darkened hall
Your seat was set before you fell
And the house you get is how you tell
All of your voice for the song of a savior
Only to find you were never in favor
Michael on the outside, always looking in
A dog in the fight but his dog never wins
If he works that much harder, his ship might come in
He gives it the old heave-ho
Signs up his soul and works his hands to the bone
Michael outside, looking in
One day management notices him
You've got heart, a lot to give
Bring me sand, take this sieve
All of your heart for the love of a father
Only to find you are farther in farther
All of your voice for the song of a savior
Only to find you were never in favor
All of your working in vain to turns the wind
Only to find your fate's predetermined
Push the wheel, push the wheel
Push the wheel, push the wheel
Push the wheel, push the wheel
Push the wheel, push the wheel
Hope lives with darkness, he sleeps in her bed
And darkness fills tables with desperate friends
Now you know when hope enters, you've entered the end
At the all time low
Ever so kindly softening the blow
Michael outside, looking in
Michael outside, looking in
Michael outside, looking in
Michael outside, looking in
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