Well,|Your shadow's still on this path of mine|More than I'd care to say|How much must I reveal in rhyme|Before it dissipates?||Some draw a line from wrong to right|But there's always a whisper becomes a shout||I've been trying to fit in|I never know where to begin|It's easier for me|To be kind of motionless||Your reflection rests upon the shore|As that lighthouse fades away|We both know it's wrong now it's fight or flight|How can I count the ways?||Let's draw a line in the sand tonight|There's always a reason and never a way|I don't want to go out but I just can't stay||I've been trying to fit in|I never know where to begin|It's easier for me|To be kind of motionless|As a flower to the wall|I'd rather not be noticed at all|It's natural for me|To be kind of motionless||We're holding 'til we fall down|We let go, and rise again|I'm holding, and sliding down|Just let me go||I've been trying to fit in|I never know where to begin|It's easier for me|To be kind of motionless|As a flower to the wall|I'd rather not be noticed at all|It's natural for me|To be kind of motionless||Motionless...||