So I come to you in my darkest place, and you play my sound.nSo I fill these walls with your soft embrace that you handed down.nAnd you told me, “Son there’s days like these when I’m nearly gone”.nAll these hurricanes cut through my kneesnBut I’ll carry; nn But I’ll carry on. Before you leaven Cuz I’ve come to find everything that I don’t needn What I’ve becomen You made me see that I might come undonennSo I wrote you down through the stranger still;nAnd I breathed you in,nTill I saw your face on a dollar billnAsking how I’ve been.nSaid, “I’ve been first, I’ve been last,nI’ve been hiding out in the shadow that you castnI’ve been waiting here for you…”nnYou have made me see what InWhat I have come to benAnd I believe you’ll carry me when I can’t carry onnBefore I start to realign I find that you’re in perfect timenWith mennSo I’ll carry on in perfect time,nAnd make believe I’ll never stand in line; nFor what I’ve becomenYeah you made me see that I might come undonenFrom what I need.nAnd you play the song until your fingers bleednFrom what I’ve becomenYeah you made me see that I might come undone