I am caught in the riddle
I feel stuck in here
I am lost in the middle
Between the lines
I need escaping
Maybe just for a little
Because I'm right in the middle
Of these new winds and new waves
This storm gives and this storm takes
So if I last through the night
And I'm here tomorrow
I might survive, I might survive
One after one we run blind through the dark
Just to write ourselves new stories
Where we're happy when we cry
To show to all we're too proud to fall
Can't we write ourselves new stories
Where we lie, where we lie, where we lie
I have fought every battle
My fields of blood on the inside
Unarmed but I fly through the night
And now I have to take sides
I need escaping, oh maybe just for a little
Because I am right in the middle (middle, middle of these)
Newborn ways where the lives won't change
And the many lives that the storm takes
One after one we run blind through the dark
Just to write ourselves new stories
Where we're happy when we cry
To show to all we're too proud to fall
Can't we write ourselves new stories
Where we lie, where we lie, we lie
These new waves keep me fighting this battle
Where I'm trying not to drown
Because I'm right in the middle (of these new ways)
You know what I've been through (new ways)
And I never thought you'd
Watch us drown in our quicksand (new ways)
In this quicksand
One after one we run
We're running blind through darkness
We are our own saviors, deceivers
We rise, we fall to be the greatest of all
Because the writing of new stories
Has begun, has begun, has begun
