Just dying to spend some time inside your room Wonderings of all the pretty things you do Deep inside your head, and on your pillow, too Dreaming of the day this all comes over you Like a river when the tide is much too high You've swallowed all the marsh along my mountainside I'll let you form new precedenting lines And wash away all my pretty, precious time But my only glimpse into your room is heard In the little lullabies you send me when you're feeling hurt The songs you scream to get out of your head & Get back to a life that all your friends expect you in But time is of the essence, oh my dear I'm almost twenty four, and there's still so much more to hear & If you run with me, we'll see the sun Nothing's truly beautiful before the work is done It's not brave to be alone You claim you crave adventure, here's a hand to hold What's beyond this we will never know Until we give our all