You want to break apart, wide eyed To try to let some light inside You want to kiss the ground to find it out There’s a thousand ways to fall down And you say, "Because, because, because, It's getting old, Because, because, because, You're letting go, Because, because, because, It's getting cold And I don't want to be alone No no..." You want to find a field, to seek life Out beyond the bounds of wrong and right Well, I'll meet you there You don't even have to say where And I don't want to be alone