[Storyteller.]

Sick and tired of this world;
there's no more air.
Tripping over myself,
going nowhere,
waiting, suffocating,
no direction.
I took a dive

and on the way down,
I saw you, and you
saved me from myself.
And I won't forget
the way you loved me.
On the way down,
almost fell right through,
but I held onto you.

I've been wondering
why it's only me;
have you always been
inside, waiting to breathe?
It's all right;
sunlight on my face.
I wake up and, yeah,
I'm alive...

I was so afraid of going under,
but now the weight of the world
feels like nothing.