Besedila: Vertical Horizon. Running On Ice. Fragments.

Hold my thoughts, I'm at an impasse
Past the place I stopped before
The sweeper's sweeping fragments
Of my head out the door

And the ice it burns upon my forehead
The calmness starts to scream
Must I always hold the upright?
When my soul longs to dream

Is it too much to find an answer?
Is it too much to hold you close?
Is it too much to find a reason?
Is it too much to free my soul
From self control?

I can't get it any better
I always end up killing time
Time for love and time for living
Time to find what's really mine

Is it too much to find an answer?
Is it too much to hold you close?
Is it too much to find a reason?
Is it too much to free my soul
From self control?

Is it too much to find an answer?
Is it too much to hold you close?
Is it too much to find a reason?
Is it too much to free my soul
From self control?

And I know you're always waiting for me
You take me far away
And I know you're holding me
And it's better now
And it's better now
And it's better now