The Roof

I'm afraid I've gone through this
process before, I lose sight of the door.
My weary feet are stuck in a pit of mud.
Paralyzed, over-analyzed.
Oh, help me fall through the roof, and onto the floor,
so you can wash me clean of all of
this dust that's been gripping my soul.

I know that the nights can feel so long, tell them off, tell them off.
I've been waiting on the day to come, for the sun, for the sun.
Grab my hand, together we'll be strong, we're enough, we're enough.
I've been waiting for that morning sun, for the sun, for the sun.
I'm afraid I've gone through this
process before, I lose sight of the door.
My weary feet are stuck in a pit of mud.
Paralyzed, over-analyzed.
Oh, help me fall through the roof, and onto the floor,
so you can wash me clean of all of
this dust that's been gripping my soul.
I've become obsessed with the process of self-creation.
I give my best, pour out my chest, my weakness and frustration.
Now I'm on this roof,
I've climbed too high, the dust is getting in my eyes.
I'm scared I'll trip over the side, trip over my pride.
And if I fall can you catch me please, my brittle bones are all I see,
they'll crash and break in this trapeze without your net to save me.
Oh, I'm afraid I've gone through this
process before, I lose sight of the door.
My weary feet are stuck in a pit of mud.
Paralyzed, over-analyzed.
Oh, help me fall through the roof, and onto the floor,
so you can wash me clean of all of
this dust that's been gripping my soul.
Take my hand and let's fall through the roof and heal us all.
Take my hand and let's fall through the roof and heal us all.
Take my hand and let's fall through the roof and heal us all.
Take my hand and let's fall through the roof and heal us all.
I'm afraid I've gone through this
process before, I lose sight of the door.
My weary feet are stuck in a pit of mud.
Paralyzed, over-analyzed.
Oh, help me fall through the roof, and onto the floor,
so you can wash me clean of all of
this dust that's been gripping my soul.