The fields of our days
Just feel like tidal waves
Wash all our hope away
A walk we cannot face

A mist hangs low, we're on the run
Back to where we started from
Hand in hand, it's all we have
And all we are, to notice that

We're riding through the grey (and I'm with you)
On a whisper and dismay (and I'm with you)
You've all fallen away (and I'm with you)
You've got to know I'm here to stay (and I'm with you)
I'm with you

In carbon dreams, we think we feel
A film running on empty reels
Adrift we sift, through all we've missed
Promise not to lose your grip