This time it’s crucial that I rearrange priorities
In this room I'm feeling like the walls are caving in
Taking their time leaving no chance for escaping
This familiar feeling
Somehow and in some way I’m gonna break
This familiar feeling
Standing on the middle ground
Got a little too old, felt a little too safe
So I slowly crept my way towards the edge
Peered over and saw all is not nearly dead
In fact maybe a bit more alive
A bit more pleasing…
To my eyes, I beg open up and look around
Don’t be content in what is never found
The sound of a heart can pound the past away
It's such a beautiful thing
How perfect these intervals seem to beat
It's such a beautiful thing
Standing on the middle ground
Got a little too old, felt a little too safe
So I slowly crept my way towards the edge
Peered over and saw all is not nearly dead
In fact maybe a bit more alive
A bit more pleasing…
Of an end to the story
Well, all is written when all is due
And I’ll look forward to its permanence on page
Though still unable to explain me longing for you
Standing on the middle ground
Got a little too old, felt a little too safe
So I slowly crept my way towards the edge
Peered over and saw all is not nearly dead
In fact maybe a bit more alive
A bit more pleasing to my eyes
It’s you, you, you, you
All is written, all is due
It's you, can't believe I never saw before