Where the fold is a crease that starts tearing, and I am wearing thin. Yeah! If I ain't starting, I start to ramble. I grow weary, weary, weary by the midnight candle. I got questions, I got questions, a whole lot of doubt, a whole lot of doubt. I am riddled with inspiration, but my fear carries clouds, carries clouds. Where the fold is a crease that starts tearing, and I am wearing thin. In the storm is a weight that we're bearing, we're tired of carrying it. Yeah! Yeah! If I stop falling, I'll have to hit the ground. Miles of motivation, but my feet don't know the route. I got questions, I got questions, a whole lot of doubt, a whole lot of doubt. I am riddled with inspiration, but my fear carries clouds, carries clouds. Where the fold is a crease that starts tearing, and I am wearing thin. In the storm is a weight that we're bearing, we're tired of carrying it. Yeah! Yeah! This little life, this little life, this little life of mine. Forgot what it's like, what it's like, forgot what it's like to shine. Where the fold is a crease that starts tearing, and I am wearing thin. In the storm is a weight that we're bearing, we're tired of carrying it. Yeah! Yeah! This little life, this little life, forgot what it's like to shine.