The Motions

Going through the motions
You can lose all feeling in you limbs
You sing your hymns but do
They touch your heart?

So afraid of failure
Now you're nailing your own coffin in
Just start again
And say you've changed your mind

There is no music
There is no music
There is no music
In going through the motions

There is no music
There is no music
There is no music
In going through the motions

Going through the motions
You can lose all feeling in the song
You kept so long
To sing at winter's end

There is no music
There is no music
There is no music
In going through

There is no music
In going through

There is no music
In going through the motions