Gideon, I think that we're alright
What did you see that made you so uptight?
Why do you cry for a sign when you've made up your mind?
Were you afraid of the mess that you'd made then?
I lost the faith, I couldn't say when
But they've got nothing to lose so they all follow you
Blame it all on me
But say you won't fall on me when you need company
If you're feeling doubt, hollow it out now
Don't pick it apart before you start, now
Trumpets sound through the trees over glass shattering
Cover it up if it's what you need
Coming undone in the space between
If what you see is all there is, can you make sense of it?
If what you see is all there is, can you get used to it?