Standing on the edge of reasonnnleaning toward the unfamiliarnnwill this be another season nna fading dream that slowly wither awaynnnnin my mind i can see this feeling of blissnnrunaway from things i wont missnndrawn to only what could bennnever really knowing what you mean to mennwhat you mean to mennnnno matter how close no one really knowsnnthe fire that growsnnif i could only show you something real this timenndespite of all this emptiness i feel insidenncause all i ask of you this timennis look beyond the things i said that didn’t shinennand try to understand the shades of gray and all of my mistakesnnand tell their man to call us up a better time, nnits blind sometimes nnwhat gets me through the daysnnnnnnyeah...nnnnsurrounded by a sea of facesnnlooking for a place in historynnthe arrogance of being famousnni try to rid myself of vanitynnfinding out too many secretsnnloosing all the joy of mysterynnhanging on to broken piecesnnnever really knowing what they mean to mennwho i want to bennnnno matter how close no one really knowsnnthe fire that growsnnif i could only show you something real this timenndespite of all this emptiness i feel insidenncause all i ask of you this timennis look beyond the things i said that didn’t shinennand try to understand the shades of gray and all of my mistakesnnand tell their man to call us up a better time, nnits blind sometimes nnwhat gets me through the daysnnnnon and on it goesnnwill i ever really knownnwhat it means to give another all the things that I’ve been holding to myselfnnto myself....nnnnno matter how close no one really knowsnnthe fire that growsnnif i could only show you something real this timenndespite of all this emptiness i feel insidenncause all i ask of you this timennis look beyond the things i said that didn’t shinennand try to understand the shades of gray and all of my mistakesnnand tell their man to call us up a better time, nnits blind sometimes nnwhat gets me through the days