What happens when the song I sing doesn’t make me feel a thing
And everything I have to bring is borrowed and rehearsed 
What happens when the music ends? I’m too tired to pretend 
That who I am and who I’ve been could ever get along
Now’s the time for letting go

I surrender all - can you hear my call?
When I’m at the end of myself
Is this where you begin when I’m caving in
When I’m at the end of myself

What happens when the motion stops - staring at a broken clock
When what I am and what I’m not are perfectly reversed
Now’s the time for letting go...

I surrender all - can you hear my call?
When I’m at the end of myself
Is this where you begin when I’m caving in
When I’m at the end of myself