There's a catch, where there's you there's a catch, and whatever you do you'll say your bait, "You'll be glad you had this time."
There's a catch, where there's you there's a catch, it's baiting us back

Last chance masks his fancy, lost and asking to hold up hands

Never heard so many kind, ignorant things since we've been here, speaking only smoke at you, we do
We sing to your breathing

You're holding up our hands
You're holding down our heads
You'll bring us back