Tell them all that I'm a work in progress
Hold it out and I will stay out of the way.
Fill it up; for what it's worth I'm homeless.
Cut me down, and I will leave with what I take.
I'm not saving you for myself.
I want to see you and I want to say,
"You're what's keeping me warm.
You're what's keeping me safe."
Take my hands and keep them busy again.
I think I'm losing my home,
release has come.*
I get a lot about losing my head sometimes
and I keep on forgetting,
so take my hands and keep them busy again.
Save me place inside the quiet.
I know hate because I see it in everyone around
and lately I've been losing truth.
Faith: I have been losing too.
Take it out on all your constant losses;
know it's only just a miracle to face.
Even death can bring a man to life
when he sits right up and
still nothing tastes the same.