Underneath the Surface

Who's keeping count when the walls are closing in? (hm)

I'm staring at the plaster tracing every single line Clock is ticking

heavy but I'm running out of time

(tick tock) They want a quiet champion they want a clean design

But everything I carry is a weight I can't align

And the ceiling starts to shake

How much pressure can a fragile promise take?

(tell me)

I'm holding onto shadows in the middle of the cold

Trying to remember everything that I was told

But the grip is slipping,

yeah the story is getting old

(getting old)

I count the steps,

I recount the regrets,

I'm dodging the net They expect me to break but I haven't

even started to sweat Got a fire in the back of my

mind that I cannot neglect Every syllable sharp like a blade that

I keep at your neck (go)

Sometimes I sit in the dark and I wonder If I'll get

lost in the noise of the thunder

(is anyone there?)

I'm holding onto shadows in the middle of the cold

Trying to remember everything that I was told

But the grip is slipping,

yeah the story is getting old

(getting old)

Just a blank page left on the table. (hm)

Yeah.