(B.Husken)

So you want out, but once you’re in.
You can’t seem to see how to leave.
Things you’ve wanted for so long,
never been this unclear.
Your worlds a mess, all you hold slips through hands.
Try to grasp but it falls through like a sieve.
A cloud so thick, that you can’t seem to see,
all you love is thin.
Who really knows what’s is in front of us?
Still, you try to buy what you don’t know.
Once your sold, your soul will believe,
that there’s a troubling truth.

It’s getting tough, tough to believe. But believe you’re deceived, if you can’t be set free. It’s time, time the talking stops, and you accept unfailing love.

You wonder how it could come down to this.
You see as plain as day, your worlds a mess.
But then there’s time, that it seems right as rain,
and all you love is big. Try to control
but if you just let go. Your soul will lead you to a love.
To a love, that is longing to be, all you need and more.

It’s getting tough, tough to believe. But believe you’re deceived, if you can’t be set free. It’s time, time the talking stops, and you accept unfailing love.

And these are the times we’re called to truth.
Seeing things that no one ever should.
But believe; believe you’re not the only fool.

You wonder how it could come down to this.
You see as plain as day, your worlds a mess.
But then there’s time, that it seems right as rain,
and all you love is big. Try to control
but if you just let go. Your soul will lead you to a love.
To a love that is longing to be, all you need and more.