...and meanwhile, I'm still thinking...

Sometimes I can close my eyes,

And all the fear that keeps me silent falls below my heavy
breathing,

What makes me so badly bent?

We all have a chance to murder

We all feel the need for wonder

We still want to be reminded that the pain is worth the
thunder

Sometimes when I lose my grip, I wonder what to make of
heaven

All the times I thought to reach up

All the times I had to give in...