I'm 6 years from 34
I'm 3 minutes from an ambulance
I'm a bus ride from anywhere

I'm 40 winks from the morning
I'm a cold hand from my relief
Though you're sleeping next to me again
I'm a cold hand without a glove
But let's wait a year for the next one
I'm a gap from a train
I'm a spectrum away from a colourful life

Fear of a wide open life
It's too heavy to move
And too fragile to drop
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Hold on to your own hand
If no one else will take it
Stand upon your own feet
If no ones gonna carry you
Carry you, carry you, carry you

We move our feet on the floor
Before the dust can settle
In case our steps can be traced
In case of anything, whether
It's something worse or better
Or somehow worth the effort
To go to all the bother

Fear of a wide open life
It's too heavy to move
And too fragile to drop
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Hold on to your own hand
If no one else will take it
Stand up on your own feet
If no ones gonna carry you
Carry you, carry you, carry you

I'm a minute from my alarm
I'm a lukewarm shower from washing out
And I'm a long walk to a short road
A slow ride to a fast end
I'm a black cloud from a sunny day
And miles wide of the mark
I'm an answer short of getting it
A long fall for a raindrop

Fear of a wide open life
It's too heavy to move
And too fragile to drop
Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!
Hold on to your own hand
If no one else will take it
Stand up on your own feet
If no ones gonna carry you
Carry you, carry you, carry you
Carry you, carry you, carry you
Carry you, carry you

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