Out of All Proportion

What happens when the time runs out?
What happens when it's gone?
Who's to say how things turn out?
Will I feel it when it's done?

I got it out of proportion
Couldn't see the wood for the trees
Couldn't make out the beauty
That was there in front of me

Your trembling hand in mine
If we survive, or if we die
You jump, you know I follow you
In the blinking of an eye

It's flying by too fast now
We're growing up, we're growing old
We'll have to find our own way out
Under a cloud that isn't gold

I got it out of proportion
Couldn't see the wood for the trees
Couldn't make out the beauty
That was there in front of me
There in front of me

I got it out of proportion
Couldn't see the wood for the trees
Couldn't make out the beauty
That was there in front of me



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew James Moore, David Thaxton
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