The Motions

Going through the motions
You can lose all feeling in you limbs
You sing your hymns but do
They touch your heart?
So afraid of failure
Now you’re nailing your own coffin in
Just start again
And say you’ve changed your mind
There is no music
There is no music
There is no music
In going through the motions
There is no music
There is no music
There is no music
In going through the motions
Going through the motions
You can lose all feeling in the song
You kept so long
To sing at winter’s end
There is no music
There is no music
There is no music
In going through…
There is no music
In going through…
There is no music
In going through the motions