Inner Child
Mark Schek
Like medicine to the soul
These words they keep control
Although you're never for sure
Don't you know
Inner Child
Keep control
Inner Child
Keep control
Like medicine to the soul
These songs that drift you off to sleep
And what a terrible chore
To wake up feeling like this endlessly
Inner Child
Don't you cry
Inner Child
Make it right
And feelings die but that's alright
We'll just move to somewhere nice
Feelings die but that's alright
Hold yourself up to the light
To the light
To the light
To the light
To the light
I know that people go
Sometimes you'd ask for more
Turn around and push myself to the edge
I know that people go
Sometimes you'd ask for more
Turn around and push myself to the edge