The ground beneath me isn’t solid I feel unstructured and unstable If only I were able To cling on to something real
I’ve lost all my certainties The things that defined me When nothing’s fixed and nothing’s real Every moment is surreal
Now becomes a chance to heal
I’d built castles made of sand With foundations of false hope Beliefs that couldn’t stand I feel out of control Like a man without a soul Slipping away, Slipping Down
Shutting out suffering Trying to paper over cracks Now the papers rotting And I have to face the facts
Now becomes a chance to heal.
Seeing my reality In all its shades of grey Questioning my morality And the things I always say
Now becomes a chance to heal.
SOLO
Seeing my reality in shades of grey and lost Morality is questioned, life once so embossed To escape to free, to validate my life Coming through history Guiding my knife
I’d built castles made of sand With foundations of false hope Beliefs that couldn’t stand I feel out of control Like a man without a soul Slipping away, Slipping Down