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Lyrics:
Verse 1
I’ve been searching for meaning, I
Been lying awake at night, oh
Tryna turn reason into rhyme
But I can’t quite seem to find
Pre-chorus
The answer to set me free, know it’s somewhere inside of me
Behind my ribcage, between my teeth
In my nightmares or in my dreams
Looking for some serenity, and for now it’s a mystery, oh
But at least there’s
Chorus
Always a story to tell
Could be my own saviour, put my pen to paper
Start falling under the spell
Of winning and shame, yeah
Heartbreak and pain, and
Someday I’ll figure it out (figure it out)
I’ll stop fearing failure, become something greater
Find a way back to myself
Til then at least there’s a story, a story to tell
Verse 2
Been staying down when the times are tough
Struggling to pick myself up, oh
I’ve been so unlucky in love
Thinking maybe I’m not enough
Pre-chorus
Been lying to say I’m fine, when I can barely see the sunshine
Nostalgia making me lose my mind, I just can’t seem to get it right
Hope there’s change in the morning light
And the clouds clear from in my mind
But still, at least there’s
Chorus
Always a story to tell
Could be my own saviour, put my pen to paper
Start falling under the spell
Of winning and shame, yeah
Heartbreak and pain, and
Someday I’ll figure it out
I’ll stop fearing failure, become something greater
Find a way back to myself
Til then at least there’s a story, a story to tell
(Find a way right back to myself)
(Find a way right back to myself)
Interlude
Hope, can you tell me what you’re going to do this morning? This afternoon?
Okay, I’m going to do a show, about rollerskating. And ice-skating.
And ice-skating, and what’s the show called?
It’s called…
I don’t know where I’m going, can’t remember where I’ve been
I can’t see where I’ll end up, or if I’m wearing thin
But baby, baby, when your hands are on my skin
I know where I begin