Four A.M. two hours to go
I'm wearing out a lonely glow.
I miss you more than I could know.
Here I am, here I am,
won't you get me?

I've got my hands on redemption's side
Whose scars are bigger than these doubts of mine.
I'll fit all of these monstrosities inside
and [bad word] alive.

With my fist down at your feet 
I [bad word] out of mysteries 
Insecure and [bad word]  here I am, here I am, 
won't you get me? 

My fears have worn me out
My fears have worn me out
My fears have worn me, worn me.