Brandtson. Blindspot. Zeneszám

It's hard to see the sun sometimes
through these eyes.

It's hard to see the truth sometimes
looking through these eyes
But yet I try.

Window sill world of mine.
Maybe sometime
I'll get up and go outside.

Leap of faith.
I could close mv eves and jump.
The hope of someday is safer
and it doesn't hurt as much.

I stand at the edge of the world and I cry.
The rain beating down on my face as I try
to swallow my fear of failing again
and wait for the clouds to break for the sun.

Do you remember the time
when you said you could see
the worrv in mv eves?
You don't know how hard I've tried
to let it go, let it go, let it all subside.

It all seems so different when I
look into vour eves.
It alt seems so simple when I
look in from the outside.
Yeah, everything seems fine.

You know me better than I know mvself.
And I trust you more than I trust anyone else.
But promises broken are promises made.
At least from what I've seen, it all fades away.