All I've ever known is now somewhere to the back of me, in the front lies only mysteries and uncertainties, but it's time to go see what unfolds. Hope rests in my hands, I feel most whole when my soul is but a leaf, riding currents in the breeze. When I know not where I'll ... Unfamiliar ground and all the walls that I have never climbed loom the largest in my mind. And I like the way that a puzzle displays, that the pieces before you reveal wonders when they're combined. Are these roots just the veins of the earth? Does the sky ever question its worth? Are the dreams that we dream truly ours or from some ancient stream? Are there messages up in the stars? Is the end of the world just a start? And can one know their heart? When I was a little one, I'd sit and watch the setting sun, and I'd wonder when it was gone, where was it going to visit next? All that time my eyes were pointed off out into the distance, often drowning in my questions, like what will I learn from those with a foreign tongue? And what makes a river run? Oh, I wonder what I'll become? And what places will I belong? And will they all be quite this dark? It's hard to catch my breath, with this beating in my chest. Oh, what's hiding in the dark? Oh, why do I feel so small? What really lies in front of me? Can I make it very far? Will I find the source of the bell? I guess time will tell? I guess time will tell ... I guess time will ...🏁

All I've ever known is now somewhere to the back of me, in the front lies only mysteries and uncertainties, but it's time to go see what unfolds. Hope rests in my hands, I feel most whole when my soul is but a leaf, riding currents in the breeze. When I know not where I'll ... Unfamiliar ground and all the walls that I have never climbed loom the largest in my mind. And I like the way that a puzzle displays, that the pieces before you reveal wonders when they're combined. Are these roots just the veins of the earth? Does the sky ever question its worth? Are the dreams that we dream truly ours or from some ancient stream? Are there messages up in the stars? Is the end of the world just a start? And can one know their heart? When I was a little one, I'd sit and watch the setting sun, and I'd wonder when it was gone, where was it going to visit next? All that time my eyes were pointed off out into the distance, often drowning in my questions, like what will I learn from those with a foreign tongue? And what makes a river run? Oh, I wonder what I'll become? And what places will I belong? And will they all be quite this dark? It's hard to catch my breath, with this beating in my chest. Oh, what's hiding in the dark? Oh, why do I feel so small? What really lies in front of me? Can I make it very far? Will I find the source of the bell? I guess time will tell? I guess time will tell ... I guess time will ...🏁