It's after we've lied about having gone to sleep
I desperately repeat: you are not my missing piece
But if it's peace I want, then how do I surrender
Your gilded sighs, your grip, and the crook of your neck?
How ageless is the want to plunge headfirst in the water?
The surge of feeling like you're held by something bigger?
And I've tried to starve my need to be led by the hand
To who I'm meant to be
If I could be still you know I would. Besides, it's easier to lie
And when I lift my arms above my head, I pray that I am lifted instead
Defenestrated by a force unseen
Oh believer, is it ever really up to me?
How ageless is the want to plunge headfirst in the water?
The surge of feeling like you're held by something bigger?
And I've tried to starve my need to be led by the hand
To who I'm meant to be
