Surrender

Well, I hope when you can't hear what I am thinking
You know I can’t always talk
But I’m always listening
In an absence, where you hate to feel uncared for
Pretending there's nothing that you're not prepared for

Who are you lapping when you’re running from surrender
If life is a fatal race for all contenders?
To find the peace within the combat where we’re standing
We have to make our history less commanding

We have to make our history less commanding
We have to make our history less commanding

Well, our mercy is a boundary we’ll surrender
When love is a safer place we both remember

Like an old estate that stands in no location
At the edge of an age of endless renovation
And while all that noise competes for our attention
We’ll meet on a quiet field
In our own dimension

We'll step inside a world far less demanding
When we allow for something less commanding

When we allow for something less commanding
When we allow for something less commanding