[Verse 1] Feelings painted as reasons Dreams dressed up as goals Loss in every season Somehow I'm still whole Almost... [Chorus] I keep my boots by the door for the days that hit my heart too hard up each day at four every day starts in the dark. I’ve been living on an knife edge ain't much chance of success still I rise up from my bed cos i don't think I'm past my best. [Verse 2] Some things leave a mark but they don’t get the last word I’ve walked through the dark still I know where I’m turned I carry the ache like a match in the rain it burns just enough to keep me in the game. And I don’t break, Though I got real bent, Learned not to debate, On who not to depend. With the cuts in my soul and the log in my eye Got no other goal than just to survive. I’m not asking for grace I’m not begging for gold I’m just holding the line with a tired kind of hope
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