With falling dreams come fumbling words.
All I know flickers,
then dims.
I stumble over fallen
monuments,
Of what I once believed.
Consolation flees, solace vanishes.
Intrusion of dark eyes,
Waiting for what
I might become.

Give me some peace, give me some rest.
Pressure's becoming heavier,
my resistance becomes thin.
Overbearing is an understatement.
My resistance becomes thin.
I call for a redemption,
Something sweet and reassuring,
Something sound and enveloping
Fearlessly, without hesitation.

Broken lies show no virtue.
but these calls; beg for strength.
Deceptive words have no meaning.
They are toes broken on stones.
I pray, I plead,
I’ve fallen, I have need.
I call, I question,
Dark eye's motives show no love.
Backed into a corner
Provides no comfort,
Dark water spilling out of walls,
Truth is not found here,
This is not sight.
All struggle is now vain,
With falling dreams.

I call to You,
I call to You.

Give me some peace, give me some rest.
Pressure's becoming heavier,
my resistance becomes thin.
Overbearing is an understatement.
My resistance becomes thin.
I call for a redemption,
Something sweet and reassuring,
Something sound that ushers hope
Fearlessly, without hesitation.

With falling dreams come fumbling words.
Give me some peace, give me some rest.
My resistance becomes thin…