Who am I without this hope? You're holding on, I'm letting go.
And so I drift out of control; a tragedy without your hope.
(Who am I without this hope?)...
Progress is getting away, but I still see it, and I will follow.
What would become of me if I stayed here?
I'd rather not know...
Knock me down, please knock me down;
I'm better off when I'm on the ground.
You say so much without a sound;
I'd hear you more if I'd just slow down.
