Текст: Ace Troubleshooter. 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
Since that day you were lucid
And saw things all too clear
It was easy, now it's grown dark

But 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
That things were different back then
You lapse into the old you
With all you see before your eyes

But 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 ok
Take it easy, chill, chill, chill
You've got a penchant for
Pulling through these things
It's alright, it's ok
It's ok, it's alright

But 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