For a split second I couldn't feel

A single drop of blood in me

Was it a dream, was it real?

Was it a premonition?

A shower of light came through the door

And I couldn't understand anymore

Until you took me by the hand

And helped me find the holy land.

So many times I tripped on myself

So many times I could not correct my mistakes

And even if I try and try again

It's not like anyone will understand…

Although I talk so much and so fast

There's really nothing to say to anyone

And so I try to back down and out

But I'm looked at from the corner of the eye.

The map's there inside my head

Though the bravery's tucked in a little box

That refuses to open with the only key I own

Now how will I ever find my home?

But one day you take me by the hand

Saying you'll show me the holy land

And then I'm here and also there

A quiet resting place for the tired to stare

At the blooming lilies and daffodils.  

So I sit and try to forget about all

That troubles me, outside my little world

Because now I'm sitting inside a bubble

Knowing outside I'll only struggle.

So why shouldn't it be the answer

To just take your hand

Reach the holy land

Sit on the grass and watch the flowers bloom

At this quiet resting place of mine?

Because snow never falls here.

Rain never falls here.

Spring is ethereal, autumn is fearful

And you struggle to keep up with

Not being as perfect.

So I find myself running once more

Talking too much and too fast

Not having to worry about not being perfect

Not caring if I'm looked at from the corner of the eye

Because after all, it was my quiet resting place

And no one needs to know.