| All those things that | |
| I tried to be, | |
| While wandering further from me | |
| I 'd choked myself in my apathy, | |
| Until I no longer could breathe | |
| My heart, and my hand, always reaching... | |
| Without you within, | |
| I was searching... | |
| For something real | |
| The fear followed me and tightly closed my eyes. | |
| The pain crippled me and buried deep the will to even try... | |
| To see so much standing before me | |
| And think there was nothing here for me | |
| How much more wrong could | |
| I be? How much more wrong? | |
| The warmth of life had forgotten me | |
| And left me so cold and alone | |
| But you covered me and placed into me | |
| A feeling like none | |
| I had known | |
| My heart, and my hand, | |
| I have traded... | |
| With you in my arms | |
| I am closer... | |
| To something real | |
| The fear followed me and tightly closed my eyes. | |
| The pain crippled me and buried deep the will to even try... | |
| To see so much standing before me | |
| And think there was nothing here for me | |
| How much more wrong could | |
| I be? How much more wrong could | |
| I be? My heart, and my hand, | |
| I have traded... | |
| With you in my arms | |
| I am closer... | |
| To something real | |
| To see so much standing before me | |
| And think there was nothing here for me | |
| How much more wrong could | |
| I be? How much more wrong could | |
| I be? |