We are frozen here Picking at wounds we will not let heal Cannot face mistakes Too many fears of what might be real Something else to blame Another day, still playing the clown cannot take the pain Every day drawn a little further down Ever in the shade There is comfort here, it's been so long Rather hide away Than face the day when things could change Maybe we could fly But we never learned to grow our wings Maybe heaven's waiting But we will never know from so far down In the temple of twilight, the quiet home Of temporary spaces where the light fades And a stillness overtakes I can hear a void calling me from somewhere deep down below Feel my head going under Feel my head going under Going under Going under