i can hear the choir singing from the top of their lungs standing outside in the cold wondering which way i should run i thought that everything would turn out right now look what i ve become a man i wouldn t have respect for if i d met me when i was young i will try to make up for lost time forsaking all i ve done and left undone i will try to make up for lost time forsaking all i ve done and left undone trace the roots of old cathedrals just to see where they d go a maze of tributaries feeding where the rivers would never flow pieces of my life collect in the shape of a smoking gun i thought that everything would turn out right but look what i ve become i will try to make up for lost time forsaking all i ve done and left undone i will try to make up for lost time forsaking all i ve done and left undone i will leave this firing line i have nothing to rewind i will try to make up for lost time forsaking all i ve done and left undone i will try to make up for lost time forsaking all i ve done and left undone i will try to make up for lost time forsaking all i ve done and left undone all i ve done and left undone all i ve done and left undone all i ve done and left undone