Lyrics

Tip toe through the garden
Of my soul
I may not know where I’m going
But I know where I need to go
For every line draws a map
To the places that I’ve been
And here I stand
Once again

Everyday is a good day
To face your mirror
Look beyond the cracks
And suddenly things become clearer
For I’m moving past the point
Of resisting
And moving into this little thing
Called existing

I’m on the outside
Looking in
I see my own reflection
And it’s getting thin
For the bones of my skeleton
Are all I have left
But I got a few things
Off my chest

It seems nobodies
Listening to me anymore
Their arms are folded
And their faces bored
And I’m standing
In a padded room
With nothing to assume
With the thoughts of
Nothing new
Nothing new

There’s nothing new under the sun
And in that truth we are undone