Once again the house I built came down, a broken dream I didn't change the course enough to change it all The lifeline you tied solidly, my days to safety, I did cut it away with a knife of hesitation
Once again I steered the ship and didn't look where Was I taking the friends I called dear to me? Now the collision's gone The ocean washes all the bodies away, which I called dear to me
The plans made, big and small, why can't I make them work? The smaller gets bigger
The lonely bits of me cry on the ground I still want to climb mountains and leave them behind
The plans made, big and small, why can't I make them work? The smaller gets bigger Every time I trust my steps, away the ground gives Is it bad, as I think, or for the best of me?
