Paralyzed by indecision
With a will to wait
Terrified of the precision
Of a final piece in place

When a chip is on the shoulder
It’s a brick on the back
And we’re always growing older
Yeah we’re always growing fast
And we try to be –
But sometimes we just can’t leave

So I’ll die, I’ll die again
When I, when I go cowering
But I’ll find, I’ll find the wind
To touch my fingers and make me feel my skin

I will always try to listen
To what the thunder said
I watch the sky light up and glisten
But it stays inside my head
And I try to be –
But sometimes I just can’t leave

So I’ll die, I’ll die again
When I, when I go cowering
But I’ll find, I’ll find the wind
To touch my fingers and make me feel my skin

So I’ll die, I’ll die again
When I, when I go cowering
But I’ll find, I’ll find the wind
To touch my fingers and make me feel my skin