Everything fades to nothing
I'm praying to something
The blinding light before me
Is it getting closer or is it slipping away
And I know it's the very last time
I'll ever, ever get to feel this way
They tell me I should look away
Say it's better that way
"Ten" barely rolls off my tongue
Here comes the dark numb space
We're just around the bend
Straddling the curve of what could've been
Barely out of the woods
Tiptoeing on the stick of tiny bones
Coming In and out the fire
Melting like salvation on a wire
The tempo in the room, two hundred and two beats per minute
And it spins
And I'd rather they put me back to sleep again
That mythical place where you still exist
But the tempo of my soul cries closer to seventy-four
And it's A major,
A major blow in the depth of my soul
Like a bomb exploded
And hallowed me out
And physically your gone
But it's my mind you'll never get out
We're just around the bend
Straddling the curve of what could've been
Barely out of the woods
Tiptoeing on the stick of tiny bones
Coming In and out the fire
Melting like salvation on a wire
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