All Time Low - Jesca Hoop

Hope lives with darkness, he sleeps in her bed

And darkness fills tables with desperate friends

For the harvest of heartache on which hope depends

How the lost echo

The light at the end is a white paper pin hole

Loosely pinned to the wall

Down the miles of darkened hall

Your seat was set before you fell

And the house you get is how you tell

All of your voice for the song of a savior

Only to find you were never in favor

Michael on the outside, always looking in

A dog in the fight but his dog never wins

If he works that much harder, his ship might come in

He gives it the old heave-ho

Signs up his soul and works his hands to the bone

Michael outside, looking in

One day management notices him

«You've got heart, a lot to give

Bring me sand, take this sieve»

All of your heart for the love of a father

Only to find you are farther and farther

All of your voice for the song of a savior

Only to find you were never in favor

All of your working in vain to turn the wind

Only to find your fate’s predetermined

Push the wheel, push the wheel

Push the wheel, push the wheel

Push the wheel, push the wheel

Push the wheel, push the wheel

Hope lives with darkness, he sleeps in her bed

And darkness fills tables with desperate friends

Now you know when hope enters, you’ve entered the end

At the all time low

Ever so kindly softening the blow

Michael outside, looking in

Michael outside, looking in

Michael outside, looking in

Michael outside, looking in