From the Spark

We're high and dry from the spark So we hide and lie and we hope to lose control And we don't know what we're waiting for And we don't know the truth anymore And we can't see clearly through the fog So we end up chasing ghosts Outside these walls we'

Like a prisoner, waiting to be freed. Like an island from a far. When you listen to your soul, do you feel me? And do you hear me in your heart? Maybe I'm a dreamer, Or maybe I'm just fallen' apart. I put it all on the table for you to see, That you