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Go ahead, push your luck |
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Find out how much love the world can hold |
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Once upon a time I had control |
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And reigned my soul in tight |
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Well the whole truth |
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Is like the story of a wave unfurled |
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But I held the evil of the world |
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So I stopped the tide |
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Froze it up from inside |
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And it felt like a winter machine |
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That you go through and then |
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You catch your breath and winter starts again |
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And everyone else is spring bound |
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And when I chose to live |
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There was no joy - it's just a line I crossed |
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It wasn't worth the pain my death would cost |
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So I was not lost or found |
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And if I was to sleep |
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I knew my family had more truth to tell |
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And so I traveled down a whispering well |
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To know myself through them |
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Growing up, my Mom had a room full of books |
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And hid away in there |
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Her father raging down a spiral stair |
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'Til he found someone |
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Most days his son |
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And sometimes I think |
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My father, too, was a refugee |
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I know they tried to keep their pain from me |
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They could not see what it was for |
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But now I'm sleeping fine |
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Sometimes the truth is like a second chance |
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I am the daughter of a great romance |
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And they are the children of the war |
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Well the sun rose with so many colors |
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It nearly broke my heart |
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And worked me over like a work of art |
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And I was a part of all that |
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So go ahead, push your luck |
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Say what it is you've got to say to me |
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We will push on into that mystery |
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And it'll push right back |
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And there are worse things than that |
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'Cause for every price |
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And every penance that I could think of |
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It's better to have fallen in love |
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Than never to have fallen at all |
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'Cause when you live in a world |
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Well it gets in to who you thought you'd be |
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And now I laugh at how the world changed me |
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I think life chose me after all |
