| In a room above a busy street | |
| The echoes of a life | |
| The fragments and the accidents | |
| Separated by incidents | |
| Listen to by the walls | |
| We share the same spaces | |
| Repeated in the corridors | |
| Performing the same movements | |
| Storey to storey | |
| Building to building | |
| Street to street | |
| We pass each other on the stairs (x2) | |
| Listen to by the walls | |
| We share the same spaces | |
| Repeated in the corridors | |
| Performing the same movements | |
| The nature of your tragedy | |
| Is chained around your neck | |
| Do you lead or are you lead | |
| Are you sure that you don't care | |
| There are reasons here to give your life | |
| And follow in your way | |
| The passion lives to keep your faith | |
| Though all are different, all are great | |
| Climbing as we fall | |
| We dare to hold on to our fate | |
| And steal away our destiny | |
| To catch ourselves | |
| With quiet grace | |
| Storey to storey | |
| Building to building | |
| Street to street | |
| We pass each other on the stairs | |
| Listen to by the walls | |
| We share the same spaces | |
| Repeated in the corridors | |
| Performing the same movements | |
| Storey to storey | |
| Building to building | |
| Street to street | |
| We pass each other on the stairs |