When you sense there's something more Dreams of success don’t motivate you anymore Diversions don’t seem to divert you Face the aching of a sad, sad source The old world is receding behind you Wait at the threshold for the new
When you sense there's something more Dreams of success don’t motivate you anymore Diversions don’t seem to divert you Face the aching of a sad, sad source The old world is receding behind you Wait at the threshold for the new