sitting in the waiting room can’t figure out why I just can’t get up carried down by all my reasons digging for my answers underground but as I’m failing losing everything I’m finally saving offering surrender and I hope it will be enough and glorious it’s glorious it’s glorious glorious get down on my knees each morning pray for courage pray for clarity still life comes without a warning keep replacing grace with vanity but in my longing to give in to embrace to want what’s calling if suffering is growing toward what’s dawning tonight it’s glorious it’s glorious it’s glorious it’s glorious

This song is getting me down I’m turning pages, but the story’s going nowhere Just now I prayed that you’d call The way I want you, and the fact I’d pray at all, its – I should be going out My bags are packed and I can do anything …but not right now This modern world I swear will kill me Too many lists to check and ways of being to correct Its all that I can do to hold on And even holding on is just another thing I need to do I think I’d rather not talk So many dreams of sitting silent in the park Nobody else around at all And I’m tired of writing songs About all the million right things I’ve done wrong And its time I finally realize Theres no point in analyzing Things always come around I want the real things from my fantasies I want my dreams to be real I want to see the world in every face that passes on the street I want to start this over And then I wouldn’t need you The way you tell me your lies Like you think that they’re true When your eyes shine down But I’m tired of writing songs About all the million right things I’ve done wrong And its time I finally realized There’s no point in agonizing We can always move around We can always move around This song is getting me down I’m turning pages, but the story’s going nowhere

When you walked alone You never even tried Every destination Left when you arrived Make a life you made of stone Couldn’t topple if you tried Everything you built to own Only thing you need is time The days are growing cold The nights begin to shine And you see a connection Cracks between the lines You can never walk alone Even if you tried You run away to find you’re home And no one’s left for you to hide

rise and the sea will rise tide rise and I built my home by the sea Made not of sand, but made of stone My quiet neighbor when she calls I’ll learn to breathe under the tide rise and so she comes silent, uninvited, all at once inevitably how could i have known i could neither run nor would i die rise rise

Friday night is older, but we’re doing it again Scenes may change, but the stage just stays the same Drink into an empty glass, and think back to a time The farther away and longer ago, the better We’re all distracted to the point that we don’t even know we’re watching Whatever happens sure that someone out there knows just what to do It’s not polite to lay it out like this but no one’s really talking Something’s always coming up, but if we get the chance… And I realize we’re caught up in the living, yeah There’s nothing left for giving or to try But it feels like the end in the beginning, Lord I’m starting to believe in ghosts I’m starting to believe in Calling up the history, the people and the past You know I never meant to hide the things I meant to say All these dress rehearsals, practicing the lines and none of the scenes we try to write about were written Then I think about my dreams and how you’re always how I want you And in this dream we’re having everyone is everything they want And that’s the thing I think that we forget because of all the talking Something’s always coming up, and just to get the chance… But I realize we’re caught up in the living, yeah There’s nothing left - forgiving or the fight And it feels like the end and the beginning, both I’m starting to believe in ghosts I’m starting to believe…