It′s The Leaves In Autumn, And The Bird In
Flight, It's The World You′re Seeing In The Dead
Of The Night, It's North On Your Compass, And
The Wind In Your Sails, Or The Forward Movement
When All Else Fails. Oh It's The Empty
Chamber Of A Loaded Gun, It′s The Finish Line
Of A Race Half Run, Oh It′s The Breath
To A Candle Who's Flame Won′t Burn, And If
It's All Of These Things, Why Wouldn′t You Want
It, That Much, At All. (Chamber) It's The
Snow In Winter, And The Lion′s Roar, Or The
Moves You're Making When You're Hungry For More, Oh
It′s The Smell Of Your Best Friend And The
Time It Takes, To Know For Sure If Your
Heart Can Break. Oh It′s The Empty Chamber
Of A Loaded Gun, It's The Finish Line Of
A Race Half Run, Oh It′s The Breath To
A Candle Who's Flame Won′t Burn, And If It's
All Of These Things, Why Wouldn′t You Want It,
That Much, At All. (Chamber)(Chamber) (Chamber)(Chamber) Oh It's
The Empty Chamber Of A Loaded Gun, It's The
Finish Line Of A Race Half Run, It′s The
Breath To A Candle Who′s Flame Won't Burn, And
If It′s All Of These Things, Why Wouldn't You
Want It, That Much, At All.