I have a song I want to sing to you,
But I’m too caught up in keeping it all from falling apart.
Even as I write this text to you,
I find myself tossing it all away, back to a pure white screen.
I want to find a chance,
To wash away the way things always are.
To gather all my advances,
In the palm of my hand.
Changing how things are now,
May bring tough times.
Even if I bring the pieces together,
I have to guide them into place with my own two hands.
It’s frightening to let go,
Of the precious things I have now,
But that’s where I’ll find,
Everything I’ve been waiting for.
I’m staring at you with a message in my eyes,
But you don’t notice it, do you?
I think, “Maybe it’s not so bad like this…”
But hate myself for thinking it.
I’m kept hanging,
By the way things always are,
But it’s the voice I want you to hear,
That pushes me to action.
Let’s change how everything is,
Even if it brings us tough times.
When the pieces come together,
I want to guide them into place with my own two hands.
It’s frightening to think,
That what’s precious now will someday be lost,
But that’s where we’ll find,
Everything we’ve been waiting for.
Not one,
Not even a single phrase;
I can’t make out,
The words I have for you.
All I need is a little bit;
I make the slightest vibration,
And with my voice…
With my tone…
Changing how things are now,
May bring tough times.
Even if I bring the pieces together,
I have to guide them into place with my own two hands.
It’s frightening to let go,
Of the precious things I have now,
But that’s where I’ll find,
That’s where I’ll find,
Everything I’ve been waiting for.