You want to break apart, wide eyed
To try to let some light inside
You want to kiss the ground to find it out
There’s a thousand ways to fall down
And you say,
"Because, because, because,
It's getting old,
Because, because, because,
You're letting go,
Because, because, because,
It's getting cold
And I don't want to be alone
No no..."
You want to find a field, to seek life
Out beyond the bounds of wrong and right
Well, I'll meet you there
You don't even have to say where
And I don't want to be alone