The morning comes and I am buried but alivenAnother night of living where I woke upnwant to know about the how and whynI thought I'd lost my sensesnthe mirror gave no answersnit's you that really mattersnin the end.nnI kept them coming til I was off the wallnand I think I remember nearly falling downnand having trouble finding my way homenand I thought I lost my eyesnin a sea of blind ambitionnI felt out of positionnin the end.nnWell I don't have to give up the ghosts that made menbefore your place in timenwell I don't have to give up all that made you rightnmakes you rightnnI turned the corner some time after 5amnThey say there's really only one curenThink I found another one or twonCapacitation waitsnI will now begin my theorynyou will have to suffer through menin the end.nnI don't have to give up the ghosts that made menbefore your place in timenWell I don't have to give up all that made you rightnmade you right.nnDo you believe that moments become answersnfor me and you?nDo you agree that just this once, that maybenit could come true?nnI don't have to give up the ghosts that made menbefore your place in timenWell I don't have to give up all that made you rightnnYeahnnWould you believe me if I told younyou were right?nWould you believe me if I told younyou were right?nWould you believe me if I told younWould you believe menWould you believe me if I told younyou were right?