Once again the house I built came down, a broken dream
I didn't change the course enough to change it all
The lifeline you tied solidly, my days to safety,
I did cut it away with a knife of hesitation

Once again I steered the ship and didn't look where
Was I taking the friends I called dear to me?
Now the collision's gone
The ocean washes all the bodies away, which I called dear to me

The plans made, big and small, why can't I make them work?
The smaller gets bigger

The lonely bits of me cry on the ground
I still want to climb mountains and leave them behind

The plans made, big and small, why can't I make them work?
The smaller gets bigger
Every time I trust my steps, away the ground gives
Is it bad, as I think, or for the best of me?