well your words are like liquor on my lips
more bitter than I'd like to admit
somewhere down the line it got harder
and I've always been rough on my edges
I let the voices take stock in my head
you lead me in- they take me out
feeding on my smallest doubt
i'll never win-
i'll never make it without you
Dancin' me back to the other side
when I'm standing here, with my toes on the
line
and you're leading me
through the wilderness in my mind
Jesus, you're right on time
My ghosts tend to linger behind me
the fear of the past keeps its hold
what if I make the same mistakes?
Will I fall out of your grace?
An endless sea I fear I'm nearing the edge of
Dance me back to the other side
when I'm standing here with my toes on the
line
and you're leading me through the wilderness in
my mind
Jesus, you're right on time
Would you hold me?
I won't fight it. I won't fight it.
Would you hold me?
like when this started-
I wont fight it.
