Dawn and Dusk

I've found a way to talk

I've found a way to water down

The things that I have thought

But then, in the end, I always fall short



The morning has a voice

Calling out to me, "Come 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

So, coming clean

I make it seem so hard, but still I've gone to far



You gave me a choice

You showed me how to lay it down

And find that quiet voice

When everything pounds to beat through my veins



I'll fight the feeling down to fight the feeling down