Texty: Threshold. Dead Reckoning. One Degree Down.

no sense in admitting I?m weary from the wait
no sense in pretending that
I?m pressing on the gate
no power in a promise that I can find the cause
all it takes are a few mistakes
so how can I be sure

what if I fall, what happens next
what if my foundation was a thought out of
context
no power in a process that leaves me in the dark
so I?ll just go with what I know
it?s written on my heart

but thought it?s late in the day

I know I?ll find my way soon
show me a place in the sun
cause somewhere on the journey
is the strength to go on
so let the dark fade
show me a break in the cloud
cause every day I?m waiting
brings me one degree down

no shame in admitting I feel a little scared
no sense in pretending that
I?ll know before I?m there
no power in a promise with no authority
all it takes are a few mistakes before
I?m lost at sea

I feel this inclination
leading me to doubt my destination
I used up all my patience all the time
I waited at the station

I don?t want to break the sky
I?m not going to come back down
I don?t want to lose my mind
I?m too far gone to turn back now

I can?t avoid the feeling maybe all the signs could be misleading
with all my senses reeling when I saw my dreams all hit the ceiling

no need for reflecting on why it took so long
no need for rejecting this road I?m walking on
no point reminiscing on things I can?t repair
all it takes a few good breaks and suddenly
I?m there