Oh the ropes and heavy net The push, the cold, the yearning Oh you reach, you reach above You see; pulling, calling, I'm holding I'm holding And while I catch my first breath Will you hold me now As truth settles in Against bricks thought I was safest A slow build up one by one But walls to your tender touch They fall; I crumble bring me Outta ashes and dust Oh, its far too thin Lies fall; to and from within A sweet collide of conditions Oh its far too thin But now truth; since I live A sweet collide of conditions