| And it's always little things | |
| That to the surface brings | |
| The comfort in the pain | |
| The fear behind the smile | |
| We lose along the way | |
| The things we leave behind | |
| Along the precipice | |
| Of things we should not climb | |
| And I'm the first in line | |
| There's an anchor around my heart | |
| Dragging me down | |
| Behind the waves in silence I fall | |
| There's a halo above my head | |
| Spinning me 'round | |
| 'Cause I don't know if I'm alive or dead | |
| A dagger in my hand | |
| Bleeding me dry | |
| And it's always little things | |
| That to the surface brings | |
| The space you need to breathe | |
| Before the curtain call | |
| The light that leads the way | |
| Before you hit the wall | |
| The mountain that you climb | |
| Just to take a fall | |
| For blind among the blind | |
| There's an anchor around my heart | |
| Dragging me down | |
| Beneath the waves in silence I fall | |
| There's a halo above my head | |
| Spinning me 'round | |
| 'Cause I don't know if I'm alive or dead | |
| There's a dagger in my hand | |
| Bleeding me dry | |
| And all we have to lose is time | |
| And what lose we leave behind | |
| Stay around and we will shine |