We've all got something to say,

when we open our mouths we have someone to blame.

We all have demons to face.

Situations evolve into something we can't explain.

It's like a thorn in my mind.

Digging deeper and deeper and killing the love that it finds.

My hearts a complex machine.

When it breaks it takes more 

than the doctors and technology to fix me.



Fix me. Can you fix me?

I've been waiting so long to feel this heartbeat.

Will we ever really believe?

We're just caught in the thought that we're said to be free.



Last night, a gift to repay.

With a handful of money, and words we can say.

There is no proper remark to be made that can change

and determine who we really are.



Fix me. Can you fix me?

I've been waiting so long to feel this heartbeat.

Will we ever really believe?

We're just caught in the thought that we're said to be free.



Screaming at the top of my lungs.

Does it make me understand what you've done?

How could I ever question you?

How could I ever doubt what you do?

Maybe this will tear me apart.

But maybe I'll go back to the start.

And honestly I can't believe that this is really happening.



Fix me. Jesus, fix me.

I've been waiting so long to feel this heartbeat.

Will we ever really believe?

We're just caught in the thought that we're said to be free.

Fix me. Father, fix me.

I've been waiting so long to feel this heartbeat.

Will we ever really believe?

We're just caught in the thought that we're said to be free.