As i lay me downwhere do i beginso simply complicatedthe voice
withini hear it singing so clearinvisible like the sound of the
windwe all knowyou are therei just believei just believe itand
sometimes i dunno whyi gotta go with my gut again on this onenot
just a feelingit's the reasonwe know a line is crooked`cause
we know what's straightthat little voice insideas i lay me
downi confessi'm a fool for youno more, no lessand in this
world turning graystrikes a chord when i saythere is blackthere
is whitethere is wrongand there is rightthere is no alibiif
it's not the truth it's.....??falling for the truth
againnot by the wisdom of a man, or a machinethis is not
preference or a taste that disagreesthe evidence of things
unseenthe more you lookthe more you'll seeif there's
ever been a time it's nowi hear that still small voice
inside