Loading up the mattress, couldn't fill the tank with faith
Pulled in two directions till you left one at the gate
I was inside dreaming about the world outside the door
You'd already flown before your feet had left the floor
And that's fine
A part of the design
Only makes it harder the longer you stand by
The belief that carries me
You'll set your feet down on steady ground
I know that you wouldn't disappear without a trace
Never any further than a phone call away
And that's fine
A part of the design
Only makes it harder the longer you stand by
Only makes it harder the longer you stand by
Only makes it harder the longer you stand by
Only makes it harder the longer you stand by