You can try so hard and feel you're still not enough

You can sing your heart, still you feel you don't make the cut But it was hard to hear you say

You wasted your best years on the music

But comfort kills too

Maybe the quiet would suffocate you Damned if you give but if you don't You'll be wondering what if?

Reach out for the fig

And come back to the tune

Break the quiet of your room

There's no numbers there's no games It's just you and what you make

And you can lose your mind

Weighing up the possibilities with time And there's no wrong or right

It's just you and what you decide

You saw the fruit going brown in your mind

But you've got time

You saw the fruit going brown in your mind

But you've got time