I'm here waiting
for something new to break my heart
so callous laden
I can't feel a thing at all
will you catch my fall
from lost and not found
to run and not hide
my hand inside your hand
fear is keeping time
with the beating of my heart
doin' way too much thinkin'
and it's tearing me apart
but I, I feel you reach for me
from lost and not found
to run and not hide
my hand inside your hand
losing my grip
falling so far
my hand inside your hand
I hear your voice and follow
so hard to believe
and still I go
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