The Working Hour

These things that I’ve been told
Can rearrange my world
My doubt in time
But inside out.
(Chorus)
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 and on and on
(Chorus)
And fear is such a vicious thing
It wraps me up in such chains
Find out
Find out what this fear is about
Find out
Find out what this fear is about