I was just wonderingnDoes the silence of sleep beat a tonenLike the unsteady rhythm of your metronome?nnCause if so then I think I understandnWhat clashed with the deck and the cards in your handsnnI was just curiousnDoes the variation in the second verse chordsnBackfire at your back with the art of your swords?nnCause if it's true then I think I know why your castle was burned to a moundnWhy your house of cards built on the sand was washed to the groundnAnd why you struggle to survive but continue to drownnCause instead of pulling you up your lifejacket's bringing you downnAnd the beat of your heart is a rare heard soundnnDigging deeper to find the meaning at the corenFinding the truth in the lines your fighting fornIs vital to your task set in front of you right nownPast the towers built, the powers gained, you'll find what truly mattersnYou'll find what matters most somehownnBut in the graves you dig up from the soilnAnd the sincerity in your hesitation that causes you to recoilnIs where I believe you'll find controlnAnd where the soldier got his soul