We are frozen here
Picking at wounds we will not let heal
Cannot face mistakes
Too many fears of what might be real
Something else to blame
Another day, still playing the clown cannot take the pain

Every day drawn a little further down
Ever in the shade
There is comfort here, it's been so long
Rather hide away
Than face the day when things could change
Maybe we could fly
But we never learned to grow our wings

Maybe heaven's waiting
But we will never know from so far down
In the temple of twilight, the quiet home
Of temporary spaces where the light fades
And a stillness overtakes

I can hear a void calling me from somewhere deep down below
Feel my head going under
Feel my head going under
Going under
Going under