You can take a step away from here
And find a path to journey to
One no longer steeped in fear
A place of which you never knew
So try and see through the haze
And leave the world of cyanide behind
Struggle free from their gaze
No longer a good reason to hide

If you could look inside yourselves to see
Then maybe you would find a place to be

In the end will I fall from the sound of my own beaten drummer?
(Will I fall?)
And will I then lay through the night, heart stuttering?
(as the cloud huddles around my mind)
If everything falls around me
(Falls down)
And as the blood courses through me
(Courses round)
Have I lost, have I lost this grip on my reality?

And now I see you stumbling
(As I struggle to push the wind away)
And you don’t know where you could have been
(Struggling all night and day)
But don’t they always say?
(No, what do they say?)
It is always better in the end…

If you could search inside yourselves to see
Then maybe you would find a place to be

In the end will I fall from the sound of my own beaten drummer?
(Will I fall?)
And will I then lay through the night, heart stuttering?
(as the cloud huddles around my mind)
If everything falls around me
(Falls down)
And as the blood courses through me
(Courses round)
Have I lost, have I lost this grip on my reality?

Will someone tell me?
Just who I am?
The whispers upon the breeze, have only been hesitant
And can you see?
That I could use some help?
Because I’ve only heard tell
Through the Whisper of the Gale