If I miss my mark

Just pull me back down where I can feel

Some comfort in

In my own head

My voice within

And it can be enough

We can be enough

When your effort's stuck

Let it be enough

Why are these thoughts so cold

It's a fear of always growing old

And I can't stop my thinking about it (about it)

But I can change my point of view

If I miss my mark

Just pull me back down where I can feel

Some comfort in

In my own head

Your voice within

And it can be enough

We can be enough

When your effort's stuck

Let it be enough

It can be enough