(Hans York / Tom Armstrong)      I can breathe against your noise   I can feel it in my skin   There's a pulse that warms me over   As another breath begins   From the inside out   From the inside out      I can tame this sentiment   I can push it back within   But the truth comes as it does   My soul won't let the critic win   From the inside out   From the inside out      In the fabric of your clothing   I see the patterns of our fields   In the shadows of the lampposts   Scars of darkness are revealed   In the rooms with people talking   In the broken limb that heals   I can feel it comin' from within   to remind us how it feels   When we fall      I can tip this balance over   I can teach myself again   Will I ever shake my pride   From outside I go within and then   From the inside out   From the inside out      What I've given I gave freely   What I took I took with care   But these doubts in life won't leave me   At times they are more than I can bear   From the inside out   From the inside out