The night is deafening when the silence is listening

And I'm down on my knees, and I know that something is missing.

Because the back of my mind is holding things I'm relying in

But I choose to ignore it because I'm always denying them

I'm a bit of a manic when it's not as I plan it

'Cause I start losing my head, then I get up in a panic

Remember when we were kids and always knew when to quit it

Are we denying a crisis or are we scared of admitting it?

I don't want to know

I just want to run to you

And break off the chains, and throw them away

I just want to be so much

And shake off the dust that turned me to rust

Sooner than later, I'll need a savior