Staring at the bedroom ceiling
Wondering if I’ll start dreaming
But my doubts and fears won’t let me be
These questions burn I toss and turn in hope of finding peace
Your words keep ringing through my head
Calling me
Calling me
I feel the weight of what you’ve said
Come to me
Come to me and you’ll find rest
I love to talk but I hate to listen
I wanna move but I need direction
This endless search for answers
Has torn me down and now I’ve found
It’s leading back to you
The echo of your voice
Breaking through the noise
I am listening
I am listening
