Faith in a line of fire of heresy

Ashamed to give it another shot

Bold moves hardly start out carefully

Afraid of becoming something that they're not.

Strange old ground got a little too familiar now.

Stroll on, we don't belong here

Stroll on, we'll fall apart here

Stroll on, we don't belong here

Stroll on, stroll on, stroll on.

Can you feel the weight on your shoulder lift?

Nobody's holding the line

Some doubts just serve as a hypnotist

Till hope can wake up your mind.

Same old sounds getting all a little too familiar now.

Stroll on, we don't belong here

Stroll on, we'll fall apart here

Stroll on, we don't belong here

Stroll on, stroll on, stroll on.

And stroll, stroll, stroll on

And stroll, stroll, stroll on

And stroll, stroll, stroll on.

Stroll on

Stroll on

Stroll on

Stroll on.