If you want this side of me
If you hope there’s more to see
You can’t wait, this time tomorrow
You’ll be still holding on, I guarantee.

Come taste the water, taste the day
I’m an ocean, you’re the bay.
It’s been said that I’m an outlaw
With too much time to steal away.

You know, you know that I could never change
They say, you say, there’s need to disarrange.
And all I hear are lies that re-appear
And despite all this you still want this side of me.

God give me peace,
God give me rest
I need time to re-assess.
You see I’m tired, but that’s life though
I still hold my convictions to the test.

You know…

I’m on a road
Heading in one direction I got a soul
Looking for interaction
Some of the best time
Some of the best times are falling over
Some of the best times
When I’m bumping into you

Skin is aglow
Swimming in endless summer
A song for all
That we can sing together
Some of the best time
Some of the best times are falling over
Some of the best times
When I’m bumping into you

Every day’s a new day I know we’re gonna make it through
Every day’s a new day
When I run into you
Every day’s a new day I hope that you feel it too
Every day’s a new day

Some of the best time
Some of the best times are falling over
Some of the best times
When I’m bumping into you

Every day’s a new day I know we’re gonna make it through
Every day’s a new day
When I run into you
Every day’s a new day I hope that you feel it too
Every day’s a new day When I’m bumping into you

Hold on hope

When you don’t call
Wake up, and wait for vision
Search for light, in darkened rooms

Let me see, all the figures behind me
Courage low, and faint of heart

I can feel it, I can feel it
And now i see it, and now i see it’s right
You gotta go away to come back home
To stop holding on, to stop holding on,

To stop holding on, and admit it’s wrong

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough
To be certain of alone, feel so alone

I’m not giving up, I’m not old enough
I’m not giving up, what it feels to be alone

Choosing rope, So I don’t call,

Wake up To make The decision

Looking up, this darkened room, an older blue
And the phone starts to call, leaves me reeling
And I can feel it’s right, and I feel it’s right
To come back home,

To be holding on, to be holding on,

to be holding on, to be holding on
And I’m not giving up I’m not old enough I’m not giving up
What it feels to be alone