"Why do we fall, bruce? So we can learn to pick ourselves up."
- thomas wayne; excerpt from batman begins
I find myself in this state
Where lucid longings are trapped inside a stained glass
Leaving me restless and breathless
Hoping to wake up when it's over
Hoping to wake up when it's over
I tend to live in the past
And wait around for another chance
Eventhough I know the buttons have been pressed
Waking up and finding myself sailing off a storm
Setting things in motion
Cant I really do anything but hold on?
I find myself in this state
Where I try to realize what I could've done to get me back
And then I'm back feeling empty
No time to hold your breathe
Feeling empty
Waking up and finding myself sailing off a storm
Setting things in motion
Cant I really do anything but hold on?
Memories of the past
And struggles of the present
And illusions of the future
Always make me wanna look back
Find an escape
I tend to live in the past
And wait around for another chance
Eventhough I know the buttons have been pressed
Now to you I surrender
Father, father to you I surrender
To you I surrender
