There's a truth you can find in the candlelight
If you stare long enough at the floor
In the arms of the night we are paralyzed and realize
That we know but we're not really sure

Yes, it's true that sometimes I'm a prisoner
And I've gotten so used to these chains
It was useless to fight 
And eventually I learned to see
But I know I could never explain

When we talk it's a walk into paradise
I can leave all the darkness behind
Then it's clear I can hear all my own advice
And I try to forget all the clouds in my head
But I won't let it get in the way

When we talk it's a walk into paradise
I can leave all the darkness behind
Then it's clear I can hear all my own advice
And I try to forget all the clouds in my head
But I won't let it get in the way

And I try to forget all the clouds in my head
But I won't let it get in the way