Hidden in the dark,
When the days are just too hard,
The nights are just too long
And I can't count the stars.
I sleep just a few hours more,
And I consume too much caffeine;
Days slip trough my hands,
Just like water slips through sand.
I remember a letter I sent,
And the words left unsaid;
All the good chances I've missed,
But are still boiling in my head.
I keep strolling along,
With my head up in the clouds;
Cuz it's much better up here,
Then down there on the ground.
There lies my broken body,
My shattered heart too;
While up here are my dreams,
Of a lifetime with you.
All my travels gave me blisters,
While the skies gave me tears;
While your hand might give me hope,
That I've lost over the years.
My heart's not innocent and new,
It's more used and bruised;
But it's not yet completely broken
It still might have some use.
.When the days are just too hard,
The nights are just too long
And I can't count the stars.
I sleep just a few hours more,
And I consume too much caffeine;
Days slip trough my hands,
Just like water slips through sand.
I remember a letter I sent,
And the words left unsaid;
All the good chances I've missed,
But are still boiling in my head.
I keep strolling along,
With my head up in the clouds;
Cuz it's much better up here,
Then down there on the ground.
There lies my broken body,
My shattered heart too;
While up here are my dreams,
Of a lifetime with you.
All my travels gave me blisters,
While the skies gave me tears;
While your hand might give me hope,
That I've lost over the years.
My heart's not innocent and new,
It's more used and bruised;
But it's not yet completely broken
It still might have some use.
