I'm letting go,
to see if you'll hold on to me
I'm in doubt, of what is thought and what is real
In our room, between the shapes I thought I knew
A guilty, a pillow with feathers like snow

I've come to listening post beyond your lines
I'm all ears to gather clues and look for signs
But I can't hear the song you sing while you try to soothe
Why are you whispering while the bombs are falling?

Go easy on me; I can't help what I'm doing
Go easy on me; ooh... I can't help what I'm doing

Hello again, I buried you - where have you been?
Oh renegade, you came back from the labyrinth
You're like me: you've looked for things that could be found
And the threat that guides though black times

Go easy on me; I can't help what I'm doing
Go easy on me; I can't help what I'm doing

When thoughts had outnumbered spoken words
In the early hours
We failed to establish who was hurt, most