There’s a truth you can find in the candlelight If you stare long enough at the floor. In the arms of the night we are paralyzed and realize That we know but were not really sure. Yes it's true that sometimes I’m a prisoner And I’ve gotten so used to these chains. It was useless to fight, But eventually I learned to see, But I know I could never explain. When we talk it’s a walk into paradise. I can leave all the darkness behind. Then it’s clear I can hear all my own advice. And I try to forget all the clouds in my head But I won’t let it get in the way. When we talk it’s a walk into paradise. I can leave all the darkness behind. Then it’s clear I can hear all my own advice. And I try to forget all the clouds in my head But I won’t let it get in the way. And I try to forget all the clouds in my head But I won’t let it get in the way.