Numbers (Bonus Track) [Live]

It feels like we are stuck in numbers, Worried to be late, And bounded by the mile markers, Never reaching our own fate. It's hard to begin, It's hard to explain. It feels like my soul is growing tired, From the shackles of my age. The temperature feels like it's getting hotter, Maybe I'll stay in. It's hard to begin, It's hard to explain. The numbers add up to show me that the cost is great. It feels like my soul is growing tired, From the shackles of my age. The temperature feels like it's getting hotter, Maybe I'll stay in. It's hard to begin, It's hard to explain. The numbers add up to show me that the cost is great. The numbers add up to show me that the cost is great.