hold my thoughts i'm at an impasse
past the place i stopped before
the sweeper's sweeping fragments
of my head out the door
and the ice it burns upon my forehead
the calmness starts to scream
must i always hold the upright
when my soul longs to dream
[chorus:]
is it too much to find an answer
is it too much to hold you close
is it too much to find a reason
is it too much to free my soul
from self control
i can't get it any better
i always end up killing time
time for love and time for living
time to find what's really mine
[chorus twice]
and i know you're always waiting for me
you take me far away
and i know you're holding me
and it's better now . . .
and it's better now . . .
and it's better now . . . |