just before you woke this morning i held you in my arms   and wondered if today would be the day   i needed to be close enough to wish a second chance   but inside i knew all i could do was prey      pray it goes away   and pray it goes away   the fact that it's not working anymore      i lie awake and think about the depths that i have gone   adjusting my perspective and my ways   we pulled at everything we were until it came undone   and i find myself without much to say   i find myself without much more to say   i find myself without much more to say   and so i pray      pray it goes away   i pray it goes away   the fact that it's not working anymore      so this is where i'm set to be   a mime on the sidewalk   of cold illusion's imagery   i can't talk about it   i can't talk about it so i pray      pray it goes away   i pray it goes away   the fact that it's not working anymore