Here's my chance to think up
All the things I want to say
All the things that make me feel that I'm afraid
The clock is turning backwards
As my mind has gone astray
And the world before me simply peels away
Like a poor and broken child
I'm here among the wild
Thorns that cut me deep when I breathe in
I'm tearing away, from all of the pain
From all of the things that make me feel that I can't dream
I'm tearing away, from all of the pain
From all of the things that make me feel that I can't...
Here's my chance to think up
All the things I want to say
All the things that make me feel that I'm afraid
The clock is turning backwards
As my mind has gone astray
And the world before me simply peels away
Like a poor and broken child
I'm here among the wild
Thorns that cut me deep when I breathe in
I'm tearing away, from all of the pain
From all of the things that make me feel that I can't dream
I'm tearing away, from all of the pain
From all of the things that make me feel that I can't dream
I'm tearing away
I'm tearing away