Lyrics: Ace Troubleshooter. The Madness of the Crowds. Your Reach.

Cold as the sun on a winter's morning
Your resolve still lies shivering
A heap of ill sighted plans
So you think, so it shall be

Dwelling on all that's happened now yeah
Since that day you were lucid
And saw things all too clear
It was easy, now it's grown dark

Even though the wood surrounds you
It doesn't mean your heart should fail you now
When the end is just within your reach

Pushing you up against the wall
You feel there's no one to cushion you from the fall
You stumble, spending all your strength in vain
Holding onto the cherished notion, things were different back then
You lapse into the old you with all you see before your eyes

Even though the wood surrounds you
It doesn't mean your heart should fail you now
When the end is just within your reach

Take it easy, chill, chill, chill
You've got a penchant for pulling through these things
It's alright, it's okay

Take it easy, chill, chill, chill
You've got a penchant for pulling through these things
It's alright, it's okay, it's okay, it's alright

Even though the wood surrounds you
It doesn't mean your heart should fail you now
When the end is just within your reach

Even though the wood surrounds you
It doesn't mean your heart should fail you now
When the end is just within your reach

It's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright
It's alright, it's alright