In a state of half awake,
I've been breaking down for days
on the pathway back to you.
With no fuel to feed the fire,
Soul is lost and body tired.
Seems like trying is no use.
If we can save our selves from the way we are
Maybe we'd find something to believe in
You emerged out of the cold
somewhere buried in the snow
and stayed with me 'til warmth came through.
What it takes to feel alive
alone seemed like wasted time,
so I hold onto you.
If we can save our selves from the way we are
Maybe we'd find something to believe in
If we can lift the curse that has settled in and taken over us
Maybe we'd find something to believe.
I will try to believe in you.
