wanna see you through this life
You'll never touch these things
And I wanna let you know now
And I project all my thoughts to life
In hopes I can fall asleep tonight
But your crying eyes don't
Those eyes, make me feel like,
These empty hands, they fill for more
We have done this all before
So maybe it's just not the time
To reflect on what has been
That dead -end life is just how I feel
And I refuse to lay it all straight down
I will rise and conquer foreign ground
And make it known exactly how I feel
Those eyes make me feel like
We have done this all before
So maybe it's just not the time
To reflect on what is bad
I'm trying to make things right
But I can't open the door
Empty hands that fail to moor
We have done this all before
So maybe it's just not the time
To reflect on what is fair