there ain't no finish line
in this speed of light
there ain't no quiet time
in this state of mind

faster, harder, better, more
reaching, working till we’re sore
straight, cold, numb, cut off
where's the feeling? where's the love?

but there's something in the air
a quiet whisper
it says: live without a care

there ain't no way around
this merry-go-round
there ain't no happy end
in this story of man

hating, fighting, killing us
for fame, for fun or just because
straight, cold, numb, cut off
where is heaven? where's the love?

listen to the silence
can you feel the vibrance?
listen
can you feel it?

there's something in the air