There are signs, a lump in my throat
We hold hands, yet something feels wrong
Not everything can be said
Not everything can be said
Oh, I lost my courage, asked myself: Am I safe?
I even did all my worries and somehow they weren't there
I rise to the surface to breathe just one more time
Then I'll disappear (one more time)
Tired of being my own prison (there's nothing to see here)
Tired of being my own prison (there's nothing to feel here)
I'm disconcerted, constantly searching
Far dozen imagination
I rise to the surface to breathe just one more time
Then I'll disappear (one more time)
Tired of being my own prison (there's nothing to see here) (I run to the surface to breathe)
Tired of being my own prison (there's nothing to feel here) (no, oh)
Tired of being my own prison (there's nothing to see here) (one more time)
Tired of being my own prison (there's nothing to feel here) (I rise to the surface to breathe)
Tired of being my own prison (there's nothing to see here) (no, oh)
Composição: Kate C. Havnevik / Noel Anthony Hogan / Mell Peck