Waving in vain for attention or surrender Waiting to make it to where there is some kind of warmth There's a way to be together alone Keeping myself from the ones who want more What fits in my hands isn't all I can hold There is just not enough time to make more A second to breath is a second too long Finally feeling the warmth Even through a stained glass window the sun either shine or doesn't The day is bright and new The light is in my room So are you No simple truths need proof