Some are right underneath
And how I look today
I've been hiding out so long
I gotta find another way
Late at night, I wanna see you
Will my eyes, they begin to fade
Am I livin' in the space between
The beauty and the pain
And the real thing?
Now the sky is painted
In a wash of indigo
I've been hidin' it so long
That I hardly know the score
I recognize every face
But I still got everything I need
Am I livin' in the space between
The beauty and the pain?
It's the strangest thing
Should I surround the night
Surrounded by thе hole?
Surrounded by no other?
I wanna ridе it home
Yeah, be the writer of your own story
Let it turn into your heart again
Yeah, be the writer of your own story
Let it turn into your heart again
I wanna run, I wanna know
Yeah, be the writer of your own story
Ooh
Yeah, be the writer of your own story
Ooh-ooh
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