Time Is all we ever wanted in this life We glue ourselves together every night A star upon a rock against the tide Try To separate the body from the mind We fall apart in ways we never like We move the frame until we are the sky We're gonna be the last ones standing Much better for the hard-earned landing If we're a part of everything Then all is as it oughta be We're gonna be the last ones standing Home Is only an illusion of the soul We fool ourselves to think we have control As if there were another way to go We're gonna be the last ones standing Much better for the hard-earned landing If we're a part of everything Then all is as it oughta be We're gonna be the last ones standing When the smoke clears When the smoke clears When the smoke clears When the smoke clears When the smoke clears When the smoke clears