Knowing Testo

I think about it a lot,
At times maybe more than I should.
I've held my hands out over the fire
To feel anything I could.

I made my mind up on this,
Built walls to harbor my hopes.
I sat alone in empty fields
Searched my heart for all I know.

Somewhere in the dark, it's waiting
To take us all away.
Believing is not the same as knowing
Where we will arrive in the end

I often feel it near,
Like it's always two steps behind.
It's haunted me for most my days
It's been hiding deep inside.

And if I ever make it through the night,
I hope I'll be arriving just on time
To keep you safe in the places you may hide.

And if I ever make it through the night,
I hope I'll be arriving just on time
To keep you safe in the places you may hide.

Somewhere in the dark, it's waiting
To take us all away.
Believing is not the same as knowing
Where we will arrive in the end
In the end
In the end
In the end
In the end