Rigid and wild
Passion and mild
Turning myself into you
Caught in a rip tide
I fight just to survive
But the old can't be sold
New can't be told
North to the South Pole
We dance on a snow globe
Spinning myself into you
Breathing the same time
In patterns without rhyme
But the old can't be sold
The new can't be told
But take all this little love I've got to give, I have nothing
Else for you
Caught in the middle of my head and my heart, there are some things
That I can't do
I see it clear as day, the sun it slips away
I'm on the front lines of this war, it fades
There's no need to stay
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
Take all this little love I've got to give, I have nothing
Else for you
Caught in the middle of my head and my heart, there are some things
That I can't do
Take all this little love I've got to give, I have nothing
Else for you
Caught in the middle of my head and my heart, there are some things
That I can't do