All those things that I tried to be   While wandering further from me   I'd choked myself in my apathy   Until I no longer could breathe      My heart and my hand, always reaching   Without you within, I was searching   For something real      The fear followed me   And tightly closed my eyes   The pain crippled me   And buried deep the will to even try      To see so much standing before me   And think there was nothing here for me   How much more wrong could I be?   How much more wrong?      The warmth of life had forgotten me   And left me so cold and alone   But you covered me and placed into me   A feeling like none I had known      My heart and my hand, I have traded   With you in my arms I am closer   To something real      The fear followed me   And tightly closed my eyes   The pain crippled me   And buried deep the will to even try      To see so much standing before me   And think there was nothing here for me   How much more wrong could I be?   How much more wrong could I be?      My heart, and my hand, I have traded   With you in my arms I am closer   To something real      To see so much standing before me   And think there was nothing here for me   How much more wrong could I be?   How much more wrong could I be?