I've found a way to talk
I've found a way to water down
The things that I have thought
Then in the end I always fall short

The morning has a voice
Calling out to [bad word] clean
To rise and have a choice
But I'd rather regret to see what night brings

Torn between
Your separated arms or staying in the dark [bad word] clean
I make it seem so hard but still I've gone
Still I've gone too far

You gave to me a choice
You showed me how to lay it down
And find that quiet voice
When everything pounds to beat through my veins

Torn between
Your separated arms or staying in the dark [bad word] clean
I make it seem so hard but still I've gone
Still I've gone too far

I'll fight the feeling down
To fight the feeling down
I'll fight the feeling down
To fight the feeling

Torn between
Your separated arms or staying in the dark [bad word] clean
I make it seem so hard but still I've gone
Still I've gone too far