Quiet Confession

It's three in the morning,

the floorboards are cold

I'm writing this down before the feeling gets old

Just a cup of black coffee and a page full of ink

Too quiet to talk,

too heavy to think

Find the thread and pull it tight (hold on,

hold on) We

will make it through the night (stay clear,

stay clear)

There's a shift in the air,

the wind starts to blow

Two lives in the balance,

one way left to go

I'm making a promise

to the shadow on the wall

This is the moment

I decide not to fall

Find the thread and pull it tight (hold on,

hold on) We

will make it through the night

(stay clear, stay clear)

We

will make it through

(we will, we will)