This i'll never show, cause I found a pathway home...
In a dark hiding place, blooms a rose...
Deep in subtle shades, eternity fades away...
Through our fingers with time, but we're holding on...
Complicate, these simple stones, they map it out...
To fools gold...
Tell me am I sane, or tell me should I go...
Or box and forget these broken bones and my foolish soul...
Holding on, though it cannot be our secret lives and fantasies...
I fell, fell out of grace, grounded, scar on my fate...
This i'll never show, I found a pathway home...
In that dark hiding place, I think they're on to me...
Everybody's right, I'm better off alone watching this world fall apart...
But I'm holding on...
I fell, fell out of grace, grounded, scar on my fate...
Scar on my fate, scar on my face...
