I'm at the end of my ribbon again
For those who own to apathy
You had the perfect opportunity
But bled the fifth and walked away

(Oh)
Say something
(Make us proud, cast the first stone)
Say any - anything at all

Make a move
Make a move

From every one thing we're ignorant of
A thousand more things beat the maze (yeah)
You saw the apple hanging on the tree
But missed the orchard in your gaze

(Oh)
Say something
(Make us proud, cast the first stone)
Say any - anything at all

Make a move
(Hands on your eyes are the agents of demise)
Make a move

(Ha)
I'm cautious of who I will call a friend
Who you acquaint is who you are
The darkest hours are when we choose a side
So make your pick and take the fall

(Oh, oh)
Say something
(Heh)
Say anything at all

Make a move
(Hands on your eyes are the agents of demise)
Make a move
(Hands on your eyes are the agents of demise)
Make a move
(Hands on your eyes are the agents of demise)
Make a move