when your working is done, and you've got nothing left to lose, why don't you just roll away, that stone that's locked you up, when your pattern is full, and it feels like there's no place to land, when will you all run out of gas, yeah, it happened so fast, leaving time for itself to pack, I recall all the nights that we built with our hands and feet, making peace with the voice in our head, that ghost just starved won't lie dead, it just bleeds, let the prophet rebound, let his riddle rhyme on, to my pride, I am just too hollow inside, let it echo in time just to get it through my head and bound, to the gorgeous light of the sun, in which I could never outrun, even if my perdition was just in fun, the sun's got my shine, the sun's got my pride, I could run but I'd never live without your light, when your working is done, and you've got nothing left to lose, why don't you just roll away, that stone that's locked you up in your blues.