| The pressure is endless, the tension is pounding.
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| Life change after life change, it’s too much for me to take.
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| While mourning the loss I am forced to celebrate new life.
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| Celebrate new life.
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| When is it too much? |
| When is it enough?
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| Burrow deep down inside, somewhere, anywhere, a place to hide.
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| I’m collapsed, about to burn.
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| This will end me, set me ablaze.
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| I am about to burn,
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| I am about to explode.
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| I can’t take much more of this.
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| Where is my way out?
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| Waiting for this page to turn, I can’t even bear the silence.
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| Where is the ringing in my ears to sing me to sleep?
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| Where are those who feel what I feel?
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| Why can’t I see the lights shining down on me?
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| Home will always be where my heart lives, where it belongs,
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| But this is, this is my way out.
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| This is our home away from home.
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| Pouring our hearts across the stage with every word we sing together.
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| Screaming our anthem with one another.
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| The open road is what I need to breathe freely; |
| free me.
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| The open road is what I need to breathe freely; |
| free me. |