I've found a way to talknI've found a way to water downnThe things that I have thoughtnBut then, in the end, I always fall shortnnThe morning has a voicenCalling out to me, Come clean,nTo rise and have a choice.nBut I'd rather regret to see what night bringsnnTorn betweennYour seperated arms or staying in the darknSo, coming cleannI make it seem so hard, but still I've gone too far...nnYou gave to me a choicenYou showed me how to lay it downnAnd find that quiet voicenWhen everything pounds to beat through my veinsnnTorn betweennYour seperated arms or staying in the darknSo, coming cleannI make it seem so hard, but still I've gone too far...nnI'll fight the feeling down to fight the feeling downnnn