The lights in the house are turned down low
It's twelve o'clock and I'm as spacious as I was the night before
What was that question on your mind?
I'm sure you're tired of all my faults and all our moments lost in time, in time

I don't know the answers but I'm willing to take the chance
(I'm drowning)
I'm waiting for the sunshine to come and burn my skin
What is this I'm drowning in?

And I remember all the nights—the Sun, the Moon, the stars
And all the in-betweens that keep me sane
She said her game was freedom
Alone I sit and ponder thoughts these fell hands
Placed upon the frame, upon the frame

I don't know the answers but I'm willing to take the chance
(I'm drowning)
I'm waiting for the sunshine to come and burn my skin
What is this I'm drowning in?

Is this hell?
Am I in hell?