A car crash led you back,
To feelings you felt long ago.
Now everyday you wish you wouldn't had left so angry and defeated
Over something that was nothing in the end.
The Human Condition...
Holding on by a thread...
The Human Condition...
So reach out your hand...
In everything you see you feel it,
And in every step you take you grieve them,
Even if they were never yours.
A heart attack,
Or a train off the tracks,
You feel every single soul wash ashore.
Cause now you know,
Every single soul...
The Human Condition...
Holding on by a thread...
The Human Condition...
So reach out your hand...
We're all subject to the same
Fate in the end.
So reach out your hand.
We're all human...
We're all human...
