Staring at the bedroom ceiling Wondering if I’ll start dreaming But my doubts and fears won’t let me be These questions burn I toss and turn in hope of finding peace
Your words keep ringing through my head Calling me Calling me I feel the weight of what you’ve said Come to me Come to me and you’ll find rest
I love to talk but I hate to listen I wanna move but I need direction This endless search for answers Has torn me down and now I’ve found It’s leading back to you
The echo of your voice Breaking through the noise I am listening I am listening