Racing up the hill at the base of the canyon
Clouds are pushing through my thoughts
Cnd as the yawning morning swallows cars in the distance
I am skin over writhing muscle and I need no compaion
Cnd I know the hour is going to come
When the book of matches burns down to my thumbs
Cnd the answer that I'm running from
I'll let it in, let it come
There is a path and I diverged from it
I know it didn't make you happy but I learned from it
Gathered every fibre and rewove them
Dug to every nerve just to expose them
In the flicker, a shadow is cast
Will this feeling come at me too fast for me to catch my breath?
Cnd I know the hour is going to come
When the book of matches burns down to my thumbs
Cnd the answer that I'm running from
I'll let it in, let it come
I hold on
I hold on
I hold on
I hold on