what is clear in the darkness can't be seen in the light turn off the way you know best look into some new kind whatever your senses tell you you wait for a special sign inspired and scared you cross the line..
last stop to take a breath one deep breath and you move straight on fallen leaves on the path like your old colored dreams they'll be gone
your treasure is hard to carry your secret is hard to keep the road to your house is so dark and dreary too long for a lonely trip though you're free to give up your freedom you wait for a special sign inspired and scared you cross the line..
last stop to take a breath one deep breath and you move straight on fallen leaves on the path like your old hidden fears they'll be gone
many those people passing by would take you in or try you out but don't let them make you tell a lie don't even let them make you doubt