Who will penetrate the tightening muscle? Who will cut across the thickening skin? Who will be the one to reach their hand in And pull out the golden heart? Who will? Who will? Who will? Who will? Who will? Who will? From all the ashes of all the crashes Who will be the one, be the one? Who will lay me down in green pastures? Or lead me from the burning sand? Who will be the one to lay their cards down And always hold the winning hand? Who will? Who will be the one? From all the ashes of all the crashes Who will be the one, be the one? Will be the one
Who will penetrate the tightening muscle? Who will cut across the thickening skin? Who will be the one to reach their hand in And pull out the golden heart? Who will? Who will? Who will? Who will? Who will? Who will? From all the ashes of all the crashes Who will be the one, be the one? Who will lay me down in green pastures? Or lead me from the burning sand? Who will be the one to lay their cards down And always hold the winning hand? Who will? Who will be the one? From all the ashes of all the crashes Who will be the one, be the one? Will be the one
