The things I want are tearing me apart, I knew this from the start, they're daggers to your heart.
Though I desire to trade my will with Yours, I'm shutting open doors and crawling on all fours.
I need Your touch, open my eyes, cut me down to size, I'm dying to rise.
I promised I'd be less and let You be more in my attempt to do what I have read.
To die is gain, I want to serve the One I adorebut it appears there's too much overhead.
I'd rather stay than give my life away, the life that I have made, a price I just can't pay.
So I ignore Your calling from the shore.
You offer so much more but the cost I can't afford.
Short-sighted eyes, my spirit's demise listening to lies, dying to rise..
I need your touch, open my eyes, cut me down to size, I'm dying to rise.