It starts as a small voice, a quiet whisper at a pitch just outside your conscious thought then it's slowly building steam The drums get louder and coal is shoveled faster the idea begins to pick up speed and its voice gains a bit of volume You hear it and dismiss it, not even a fleeting pulse Selective hearing in the emotional spectrum Keep stepping forward it will fade We don't talk about it It's just our way But that little demon has some great ambition to pull you off your cloud. You've told your every love goodbye So you reach for the Sun and fall from the sky Cause you never had wings that could reach that high