This i'll never show, cause I found a pathway home...

In a dark hiding place, blooms a rose...

Deep in subtle shades, eternity fades away...

Through our fingers with time, but we're holding on...

Complicate, these simple stones, they map it out...

To fools gold...



Tell me am I sane, or tell me should I go...

Or box and forget these broken bones and my foolish soul...

Holding on, though it cannot be our secret lives and fantasies...



I fell, fell out of grace, grounded, scar on my fate...



This i'll never show, I found a pathway home...

In that dark hiding place, I think they're on to me...



Everybody's right, I'm better off alone watching this world fall apart...

But I'm holding on...



I fell, fell out of grace, grounded, scar on my fate...

Scar on my fate, scar on my face...