IF I let go, dare to loosen my grip
We’ll sure turn to dust, like snow on my tongue, like rain on my lips
Alone, Stoned, immaculate
Squeeze hard, hold, get back to it
Is surrender the contender as the defender of loss
Or is control the guard, untold
On the journey to save my soul
In sorrow, I’m hollow
No need for tomorrow
So tired of gripping, I’m slipping
So tired, falling asleep
God, I need peace, just need a break
Tell me love, you’ll be there, when I awake.