would we have started better off if i had come clean off the top of my head with my hands down by my side? we’re to the point where i just don’t know whether i’m telling the truth or not when i talk with my hands down by my side. my thoughts never stop ‘til i’m bled dry. our words echo so long under the current of new songs that i sing with my heart on the outside. see, we are both indebted to the very struggle we’ve been through. i know that you’ll go the distance even though we have both been holding out. so now we’re walking along to a new beat on that same drum with our hearts in our hands down by our sides. our thoughts never stop ‘til we’re bled dry with our hearts in our hands down by our sides.