[Verse 1] The sun is hitting the pavement outside And the world is moving at a pace I can't catch. I see those winter coats hanging by the door, Heavy shadows from a month I don't live in anymore. I’ve got the spirit, I know how to put in the time But the engine is stalled, just spinning in the mud. The tank is empty and the air is getting thin While everyone else is busy letting the summer in. [Chorus] It’s not the will, it’s the power that’s gone, Like a flickering light in the early hours. The attic is a mountain I’m not climbing today, The energy is just drifting further off. Living in a July winter in these tired bones, Running on empty while the world screams on. [Verse 2] I know the feeling of being in control, Of moving forward with a steady pace. But today the gravity is twice as heavy, And the hall to the stairs looks like a long road. It’s not a choice to let those boxes sit, It’s just a frame that's looking for a place to stop. The will is there but I’m standing still, Locked in a battle with a fading spark. [Bridge] There’s a scrape in my head and a hum in my chest, Half of me is running, the other is just done. The scratching rhythm is like a nervous pulse, But I’m sinking down into the dry sand. The stairs can wait, the seasons can turn, I’m just waiting for a spark to move. [Chorus] It’s not the will, it’s the power that’s gone, Like a flickering light in the early hours. The attic is a mountain I’m not climbing today, The energy is just drifting further off. Living in a July winter in these tired bones, Running on empty while the world screams on. [Outro] Still sitting here. Mind is wide awake, but the frame is heavy. Waiting for the spark. Waiting for the light to catch.
