Shake, shake me down
Steal me of my innocence
Strip, strip my sound
And take my voice away from me

What’s left is hollowness

Breathe,‘breathe it out
My lungs are soaked with disease
There’s something inside 
But it’s not me

Where there is fear there is hope
Burn the candle and let the light grow

Oh, there’s something on the shelf that I can’t reach
These tiny hands are young and green
Oh, these scars on my hands and blisters on my feet
Have yet to form, I’m still naive
But I’m not worried
The path I’m on is the right one
And when I’m done I won’t be young

Stall, stall the stars
They are leaving me behind
Reach, reach your hand out
And pull me from this grime

Where there is fear there is hope
I’ll be your candle just hold me close

Oh, there’s something on the shelf that I can’t reach
These tiny hands are young and green
Oh, these scars on my hands and blisters on my feet
Have yet to form, I’m still naive
But I’m not worried
The path I’m on is the right one
And when I’m done I won’t be young

Oh, there’s something on the shelf that I can’t reach
These tiny hands are young and green
Oh, these scars on my hands and blisters on my feet
Have yet to form, I’m still naive
But I’m not worried
The path I’m on is the right one
And when I’m done I won’t be young
Oh, there’s something on the shelf that I can’t reach
These tiny hands are young and green
Oh, these scars on my hands and blisters on my feet
Have yet to form, I’m still naive
But I’m not worried
The path I’m on is the right one
And when I’m done I won’t be young