Heaven sent, hatred spent   This mark's on my wall   Words that cut you down to size   Bring the ocean to your eyes    Is it you, is it me   Keep your cheap philosophy   For someone who's done enough    To overdose on twisted love    Every second, every hour that you take away my power   No one knows what fortune brings in the grand scheme of things       In the grand scheme of things   You and I are very small   In the grand scheme of things   We know nothing at all       Innocence, no remorse   Just mystery and lies   Holding out your begging bowl   Got my teardrops in your eyes    Is it me, is it you   Such a thoughtless thing to do   To someone who's done enough    To hold on to twisted love    Every second, every hour that you take away my power   No one knows what fortune brings in the grand scheme of things       In the grand scheme of things   You and I are very small   In the grand scheme of things   We know nothing at all       Every second, every hour that you take away my power   No one knows what fortune brings in the grand scheme of things       In the grand scheme of things   You and I are very small   In the grand scheme of things   We know nothing at all       In the grand scheme of things   In the grand scheme of things   In the grand scheme of things   In the grand scheme of things