this is not the end this is just the beginning and don t you know everything we want is within our reach at fingertips length we fought nonstop to make these nights our own now no one can take them away hands in the air no one make a sound while you re in despair they ll have our ears to the ground listening for the pulse that just might drive these hearts tonight and i know we won t make it out alive we could have had it all our backs against the wall our eyes blindfolded tight living what they call life we could have had it all our backs against the wall our eyes blindfolded tight with hands in the air no one make a sound while you re in despair they ll have our ears to the ground listening for the pulse that just might drive these hearts tonight and i know we won t make it out alive we won t make it out alive when you burn down these bridges and you build up these walls and you ve torn out these pages and there s nothing left at all and when that day comes and we re all still here will you be waiting will you be waiting with hands in the air no one make a sound while you re in despair they ll have our ears to the ground listening for the pulse that just might drive these hearts tonight and i know we won t make it out alive and i know we won t make it out alive