Understand that you're holding a bomb in your hand

Take control, hand in hand with yourself from now on

Take this advise, aim to the skies

Aim to the skies above

Show me what you're made of

I'm waiting for the answer

Tell me what you're afraid of

Show me what you're made of

I call out in my sleep

I can't reach you and it's killing me

I call out in my sleep

Sun is gone, days go on like the storm in the sea

And the shore is the loneliest place you can be

Stay dry instead a moment ahead

Aim to the skies above

I call out in my sleep...

You say that you're not the same kid

He one who used to be the weeper

You say it's something deeper

Something that you couldn't tame

Something that would wake the sleeper

You say, you say

I call out in my sleep...