I've found a way to talk
I've found a way to water down
The things that I have thought
But then, in the end, I always fall short
The morning has a voice
Calling out to me, "Come clean,
To rise and have a choice"
But I'd rather regret to see what night brings
Torn between
Your separated arms or staying in the dark
So, coming clean
I make it seem so hard, but still I've gone to far
You gave me a choice
You showed me how to lay it down
And find that quiet voice
When everything pounds to beat through my veins
I'll fight the feeling down to fight the feeling down
I've found a way to water down
The things that I have thought
But then, in the end, I always fall short
The morning has a voice
Calling out to me, "Come clean,
To rise and have a choice"
But I'd rather regret to see what night brings
Torn between
Your separated arms or staying in the dark
So, coming clean
I make it seem so hard, but still I've gone to far
You gave me a choice
You showed me how to lay it down
And find that quiet voice
When everything pounds to beat through my veins
I'll fight the feeling down to fight the feeling down