Tell me about all the things
we cannot see. Guide my
hovering feet back to solid
ground. Tell me about all the
things I cannot see. Feed me
strength and a chance to breathe.
A hand to hold, a love to grow.
Tell me why I am on my knees.
I'll be the seed, let your rain wash
over me, give me life to grow.
Tell me about all the things we
cannot see, I am stuck in a hole
with nowhere to go. Pacing in
circles while their touching bases
with everything they'll ever know.
The world may burn, but I'll
never stick around to see. Tell
me about everything you detest
in me. I'll hold out a shaking
hand and follow you to the end.