What would my life be without these stories in my head?
Always telling me what to do and who to be
Instead of just being
How many tears can I cry?
Will the dam break?
The less I try to control
The feeling passes
The feeling passes
It's like a cloud across a mountain
It's just a glimpse
It'll all be over soon
But not now
How many layers of the heart can I find?
And what will it take to carve through other than time?
Can I forgive myself?
Instead of holding onto the story and rotting in my shame
We're rotting in our shame
And sometimes I still believe that love isn't real
The only thing I have yet to do
Is take my shadow dancing
I'm shadow dancing
On a mountain where the clouds drift slowly by
It'll all be over soon
But not now
But not now
