These things that I've
Been told can rearrange
My world, my doubt
In time but inside out

This is the working hour
We are paid by those
Who learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
We are paid by those
Who learn by our mistakes

This day and age
For all and not for one
All lies and secrets
Put on, put on and on

This is the working hour
We are paid by those
Who learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
We are paid by those
Who learn by our mistakes

And fear is such a vicious thing
It wraps me up in chains

Find out, find out
What this fear is about?
Find out, find out
What this fear is about?

Find out, find out
What this fear is about?