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 And 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 And I try to forget all the clouds in my head But I won't let it get in the way