Hold my thoughts Im at an impasse
Past the place I stopped before
The sweepers 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 cant get it any better
I always end up killing time
Time for love and time for living
Time to find whats really mine
And I know youre always waiting for me
You take me far away
And I know youre holding me
And its better now . . .
And its better now . . .
And its better now . . .
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