Surrender

Well I hope, when you can't hear what I am thinking, you know I can't always talk
But I'm always listening in an absence, where you hate to feel uncared for
Pretending there's nothing that you're not prepared for
Who are you lapping when you're running from
Surrender if life is a fatal race for all contenders?
To find the peace within the combat where we're standing
We have to make our history less commanding

Well, our mercy is a boundary we'll surrender
When love is a safer place we both remember
Like an old estate that stands in no location
At the edge of an age of endless renovation
And while all that noise competes for our attention
We'll meet on a quiet field in our own dimension

We'll step inside a world far less demanding
When we allow for something less commanding