What rises to the surface is never false
It is glowing and live
An ember warm and bright
So go and take hold
Let it bloom and unfold
When you've nothing left
You've nothing left to lose
What rises to the surface may sink again
Call it dead and missing
Pair of cold lips kissing
It is easy to feel
So detached and unreal
It is easy to fall apart
Place me on the tightrope
Where I find my voice
Light a fire behind me
So I have no choice
Give me space
And a little more time
A steady, strong hand
And a brave, balanced mind
I know it's a lot to ask, but I think I can make
Something beautiful out of this mess
Out of this mess
Give me your blessing now
Give me your blessing now
Give me your blessing now
Give me your blessing now
