Where you runnin’ to?
And who you looking through?
And what you gonna do when your pain catches up to you?
If I can be so bold,
Your story’s getting old,
Time maybe you were told that you’re not the king,
Your throne’s has been sold.
You can hide your tears,
And hope the weather clears,
But you’ll be ruled by fears traveling through the years.
You say you’re doing fine,
But can’t you read the sign?
‘Cause something doesn’t rhyme when you’re so afraid to cross that line.
You’ve seen this place before?
Sprawled upon the floor,
Without an open door to leave all that’s come before,
Before your stone is cast,
Won’t you climb your mast?
You’ll find pain doesn’t last when you’re ready to release your past.
Where you runnin’ to?
Who you looking through?
And what you gonna do when your pain catches up to you?
If I can be so bold,
Your story’s getting old,
Time maybe you were told that you’re not the king,
Your throne has been sold.
If I can be so bold,
Your story’s getting old,
Time maybe you were told that you’re not the king,
Your throne has been sold.