Past the place I stopped before
The sweepers sweeping fragments
Of my head out the door
And the ice it burns upon my forehead
The calmness starts to scream
Must I always hold the upright
When my soul longs to dream
Chorus:
Is it too much to find an answer
Is it too much to hold you close
Is it too much to find a reason
Is it too much to free my soul
From self control
I cant get it any better
I always end up killing time
Time for love and time for living
Time to find whats really mine
Chorus twice
And I know youre always waiting for me
You take me far away
And I know youre holding me
And its better now . . .
And its better now . . .
And its better now . . .