Going through the motionsnYou can lose all feeling in you limbsnYou sing your hymns but donThey touch your heart?nnSo afraid of failurenNow you're nailing your own coffin innJust start againnAnd say you've changed your mindnnThere is no musicnThere is no musicnThere is no musicnIn going through the motionsnnThere is no musicnThere is no musicnThere is no musicnIn going through the motionsnnGoing through the motionsnYou can lose all feeling in the songnYou kept so long nTo sing at winter's endnnThere is no musicnThere is no musicnThere is no musicnIn going through....nnThere is no musicnIn going through....nnThere is no musicnIn going through the motionsn