When you sense there's something more
Dreams of success don’t motivate you anymore
Diversions don’t seem to divert you
Face the aching of a sad, sad source
The old world is receding behind you
Wait at the threshold for the new
When you sense there's something more
Dreams of success don’t motivate you anymore
Diversions don’t seem to divert you
Face the aching of a sad, sad source
The old world is receding behind you
Wait at the threshold for the new