Standing, freezing, all alone
In the shallowest part of it all.
Afraid the angels will condone
The steepest ledge from which you'll fall.
And what a fall it will soon be.
Like a tear straight from the sky.
Feeling far from feeling free,
Far from being lifted high.
But then again, why should I care?
When all you've done is lied.
I'll never wake from this nightmare
At once I knew I'd never tried.
To wake from deep inside this lake
And find you standing near.
Your presence is more than I can take
I've awakened to my earnest fear.