Back when all my little goals seemed so important
Every pot of gold fill and full of distortion
Heaven was a place still in space not in motion
We went walking through the hills
Tryin’ to pretend that we both know
We can build a little home
But then the hell storm came and yelled:
“You need to let go, you’ve got no control.
This weight’s too much alone
Some days I can't hold it at all
And when tomorrow’s too much