It is hard to understand that your to blame for the masquerade.
Disaster on the hill. Accept this out stretched arm. It's yours to fill.
Closer, lean in to pull you from the edge.
Some of us leaving might need it to care.
Chorus:So, into these arms I will fall.
It's never coming back. (Can't feel light.)
So, into these arms I will fall.
It's much to late for that. (Can't feel light.)
You can't get out of bed. Your day waits to begin. Head full of sin.
The night has took its tole. These walls won't keep the secrets you have told.
Closer, lean in to pull you from the edge.
Some of us need it.
You must need it again.
Chorus x2