I find myself running to something out of reach.
I hold onto an idea if I only teach my eyes to see.
I'll hold my tongue if you hold yours; this will take time.
But it's never enough; I will not stop or tow the line.
When I touch you and take you there-
I throw down the guns; if the threat still comes, there's no use for words.
We could begin if we could only shed our skin.
Where we fall short, as we do time and time again.
When I touch you and take you there-
When I touch you and take you there-