Speak up 
My ears are growing weary 
I’ll sing this to the end 
And watch the waves crash over me 

Speak up 
My ears are growing weary 
I’ll sing this to the end 
And watch the waves crash over me 

Not too much to [bad word] with enough time to turn it all around 
In a picture perfect scenery I’ve [bad word] a stick figure illustration 

My eyes roll back and focus on what’s ahead 
I can still stand if you lend the hand to brace me 

I’ll take this on my own

I’ll take this on my own

I’ll take this on...