| Drifting through the silence |
| Searching for guarantees |
| Out of view, but not too far out of reach |
| Closer to scratching at the surface |
| You would swim before you had learned to sink |
| And that’s not as easy as you think |
| Easy on mistakes, but no one runs to chase recovery |
| Easy on mistakes, but cannot get a break to recover my mind |
| And it’s you, and you know, it’s in front of me |
| And it’s you, and you know, it’s recovery |
| Torn in two, will you cross your fingers |
| And try to see from my point of view? Come to, undo |
| Cross your fingers and try to see things my way |
| Don’t stop to stare at your reflection |
| There’s no time to sit around and critique |
| Do you see me bending over backwards? |
| Two steps and we fall out of sync |
| I’ve been trying, baby, all the fuss |
| Take your time and know that everything is fine |
| Stop your crying near me, it’s not your mind |
| Take your time and know that everything is fine |
| Easy on mistakes, but no one runs to chase recovery |
| Easy on mistakes, but cannot get a break to recover my mind |
| And it’s you, and you know, it’s in front of me |
| And it’s you, and you know, it’s recovery |