Look at my hands
They are tightened by the fear of doing wrong
My mouth is shut
Weakened by the fear of being misunderstood
We're strangers on the phone
Safe when we're alone
Hang up and say goodnight
Give in without a fight
Awake in me
Sleeping Beauty
The comfort of leaving and letting go
The pa**ion of walking away
And I will do it
A pocket full of hope
Destination anywhere
Where do I have to get off?
Watched the trees pa**ing by
At the moment when a sillhouette
Stepped right into the door