There's a mystery to living
There's a rhythm to your faith
When you're feeling like a pilgrim
When you're feeling like a saint

Midst this darkness all around you
In your flesh and in your bone
Still a light is there that's shining
In the the gallows of your soul

oh-it feels just like dying
oh-it feels just like flying
or walking on water

There's a memory that flickers
Like a dream that reoccurs
Of the things we have not spoken
How we've forgotten who we were

And I'm so scared to wake up
For the things that I might see
Some reflection in the mirror
of the man I could not be

I'm fixing my eyes...