If all we are is ashen faced In the face of finding out our place How can we go with grace? If we are just these fading thoughts All caught up in the crisis of it all How did we get this cold? All at once, I am consumed by the oxygen Eaten away by the nothing A shadow in the dark I find myself apart So suddenly, I am adrift A rift exists in this Endless well of want for happiness A thread that's blowing in the wind The darkness is the mark I find myself apart We find the balance in the fall We look for our worth anywhere at all The truth is I'm terrified I'm walking tightropes all the time I even overthink the ways I win But the light trembles in I'm walking tightropes all the time I even overthink the ways I win But the light trembles in Every moment, I am lost Fighting fires through the knots In my stomach, in my head To ask if there's light in there yet Is there light in there yet? The truth is I'm terrified I'm walking tightropes all the time I even overthink the ways I win But the light trembles in I'm walking tightropes all the time I even overthink the ways I win