Beside Your Pillow, In Your Attic

They'll see us
Straight through to where we store our secrets
The marrow in our bones
But there are few who'll pay attention
They'll quell the spirit that you've kept
Beside your pillow, in your attic
When there was no hope left

Slaves to the grind
A paper deity
Please don't subscribe
Don't force your clothes to fit
An open honest heart will conquer
The doubts that others cannot shake
Belief is all you've ever needed
Believe it's not too late

Be strong with those who stand beside you
Don't take for granted what they give
Your dreams are yours to dream forever
And it's your life to live
So hold on
Just hold on