| Maybe I want to take a step
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| The gold’s lost its shine but I know
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| Through cracks and the holes there’s a shimmer below
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| Hazy glimpses force me to stay
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| It all becomes real the moment I say
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| That I’m finally willing
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| The moment I say I’m open
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| I’ve opened up
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| When I give a little, it sure takes a lot
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| And it’s taking everything I’ve got
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| The last straw, final effort made
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| To manifest what I can’t explain
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| I didn’t want to believe
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| Now it’s all that I can see
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| The last straw, final effort made
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| To manifest what I can’t explain
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| I didn’t want to believe
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| Now it’s all that I can see
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| Now open up a piece of me
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| I’ve exposed myself to everything, everything
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| And rising up infecting me
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| I’m gonna get it right
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| I’m gonna let it all right in
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| Someone open the gates and let me in
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| The persistent grinding, now an accommodating fit
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| Someone open the gate and let me in
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| I’ve been looking for something, and maybe this is it
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| Cause we just want to find a place in it all
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| Cause we just want to find a place in it all
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| Well I just want to find some space in it all
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| I want to find some space in it
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| I want to find some space in it all
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| The last straw, final effort made
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| To manifest what I can’t explain
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| I didn’t want to believe
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| Now it’s all that I can see
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| The last straw, final effort made
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| To manifest what I can’t explain
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| I didn’t want to believe
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| Now it’s all that I can see
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| Now it’s all that I can see |