

Papers stacked on the table,
eyes heavy from the weight
Mind racing through numbers,
can't find the escape
Sleepless nights building stories I tell myself
Guarded in the quiet,
holding on to what's left (ahhh)
Pressure building slow
But the light starts to show
In the dark I count the cost
Turn the weight into something lost
Harmony stacks in the haze
Hard-earned glow through the maze (ooh yeah)
Myths I weave in the hours before dawn
Money on the line,
but the soul stays strong
Flickering thoughts like distant lights in rain
Finding the rhythm in the ache and the strain
(yeah) Pressure building slow
But the light starts to show
In the dark I count the cost
Turn the weight into something lost
Harmony stacks in the haze
Hard-earned glow through the maze (ooh yeah)
Sleepless self-mythology fades
Into the controlled burn of the glow
In the dark I count the cost
Turn the weight into something lost
Harmony stacks in the haze
Hard-earned glow through the maze (ooh
yeah)