| And I will raise these hands to reachin |
| showin up, shadows lead to sun |
| and I could save my mind for later |
| spinnin out, shoutin to drop your guard |
| I will need this sight to see it |
| lookin out, callin for a home |
| and we will take the pieces given |
| open up, let it all unfold |
| Will it move you, will it… |
| Fall away again… |
| You could lean this life to listen |
| catchin up, tendin to what’s called |
| and you could turn your back to leavin |
| given out, droppin to let what holds you |
| But we will need this breath to breathe it |
| movin out, speakin as it is heard |
| and we could face the madness maker |
| tearin out, let off all this load |
| And I will need this sight to see it |
| lookin out, callin for a home |
| and we will take the pieces given |
| open up, let it all unfold |
| Spinnin out, shoutin to drop your, spinnin out, shoutin to drop your, |
| spinnin out, shoutin to drop your guard… |
| You could lean this life to listen |
| catchin up, tendin to what’s called |
| and you could turn your back to leavin |
| given out, droppin to let what holds you |
| Fall away again… |
| And we will raise these hands to reachin |
| showin up, shadows lead to sun |
| and I could save my mind for later |
| spinnin out, shoutin to drop your guard |
| and I could save my mind for later… |
| Will it move you, will it… |