In the hour of my confession when no one else can see
In my deepest of depression, do you know me?
When the light was on the surface before the land was born
There was beauty in the darkness, no soul had been torn
But tonight, if I slip I fall and this cannot be
Oh tonight, if I should call out, would you catch me?
No man is an island, but maybe some are stones.
And the water wears them down until they are alone
But tonight If I start to sink, if I cannot swim
Oh tonight, If I start to drown, would you jump in?
