Stories

I am caught in the riddle

I feel stuck in here

I am lost in the middle

Between the lines

I need escaping

Maybe just for a little

Because I'm right in the middle

Of these new winds and new waves

This storm gives and this storm takes

So if I last through the night

And I'm here tomorrow

I might survive, I might survive

One after one we run blind through the dark

Just to write ourselves new stories

Where we're happy when we cry

To show to all we're too proud to fall

Can't we write ourselves new stories

Where we lie, where we lie, where we lie

I have fought every battle

My fields of blood on the inside

Unarmed but I fly through the night

And now I have to take sides

I need escaping, oh maybe just for a little

Because I am right in the middle

(Middle, middle of these)

Newborn ways where the lives won't change

And the many lives that the storm takes

One after one we run blind through the dark

Just to write ourselves new stories

Where we're happy when we cry

To show to all we're too proud to fall

Can't we write ourselves new stories

Where we lie, where we lie, we lie

These new waves keep me fighting this battle

Where I'm trying not to drown

Because I'm right in the middle

(Of these new ways)

You know what I've been through

(New ways)

And I never thought you'd watch us drown in our quicksand

(New ways)

In this quicksand

One after one we run

We're running blind through darkness

We are our own saviors, deceivers

We rise, we fall to be the greatest of all

Because the writing of new stories

Has begun, has begun, has begun