What happens when the song I sing doesn’t make me feel a thing And everything I have to bring is borrowed and rehearsed What happens when the music ends? I’m too tired to pretend That who I am and who I’ve been could ever get along Now’s the time for letting go
I surrender all - can you hear my call? When I’m at the end of myself Is this where you begin when I’m caving in When I’m at the end of myself
What happens when the motion stops - staring at a broken clock When what I am and what I’m not are perfectly reversed Now’s the time for letting go...
I surrender all - can you hear my call? When I’m at the end of myself Is this where you begin when I’m caving in When I’m at the end of myself