|
Hold my thoughts, I'm at an impasse |
|
Past the place I stopped before |
|
The sweeper's sweeping fragments |
|
Of my head out the door |
|
And the ice it burns upon my forehead |
|
The calmness starts to scream |
|
Must I always hold the upright? |
|
When my soul longs to dream |
|
Is it too much to find an answer? |
|
Is it too much to hold you close? |
|
Is it too much to find a reason? |
|
Is it too much to free my soul |
|
From self control? |
|
I can't get it any better |
|
I always end up killing time |
|
Time for love and time for living |
|
Time to find what's really mine |
|
Is it too much to find an answer? |
|
Is it too much to hold you close? |
|
Is it too much to find a reason? |
|
Is it too much to free my soul |
|
From self control? |
|
Is it too much to find an answer? |
|
Is it too much to hold you close? |
|
Is it too much to find a reason? |
|
Is it too much to free my soul |
|
From self control? |
|
And I know you're always waiting for me |
|
You take me far away |
|
And I know you're holding me |
|
And it's better now |
|
And it's better now |
|
And it's better now |
