Up from the ground and up from the cold.
I've been here before, I know how this goes.
I thought it was good, I thought it was right.
But, hope turns to fear when there's absence of light.
Hope turns to fear in the dead sting of the light.
(whistling)
Just when the sun came out from the clouds,
Just when I had it all figured out,
I met a strong fist, she's called gravity.
A right, left, blindside and I'm down on my knees.
A right, left, blindside left me weak and empty.
(whistling)
This is the call and I have no choice.
This is the call and I have no choice.
This is the call and I have no choice.