The story is common
So plain we pass by often
All motion defeated
By endless what-if questions
Obvious, we own it
Our anxious scars and bruises
Heavy hands swing slowly
With weight of our own choosing, now

We know but can't believe it's easy as it sounds
We know but always told, "If we let go, we drown"

Thirsty for comfort
Too proud to ask for answers
Libraries of suggestion
The loudest voice is hidden
Obvious, so simple
Action makes for removal
Heavy heart, bad posture
Collapse and falling under, now

We know but can't believe it's easy as it sounds
We know but always told, "If we let go, we drown"

You feel the tide is rising
That water's cold as hell
Think enemies surround you
Everyone, except yourself

Your condition
Fake direction is no protection