Strangest Thing

Some are right underneath
And how I look today
I’ve been hiding out so long
I gotta find another way
Late at night, I wanna see you
Will my eyes, they begin to fade?
Am I just livin' in the space between
The beauty and the pain?
And the real thing
Now the sky is painted
In a wash of indigo
I’ve been holdin' on too long
That I hardly know the score
I recognize every face
But I ain’t got everything I need
If I’m just livin' in the space between
The beauty and the pain
It’s the strangest thing
Yeah, should I surround the night
Surrounded by the hole?
Surrounded by no other?
I wanna ride it home
Yeah, be the writer of your own story
Let it turn into your heart again
Yeah, be the writer of your own story
Let it turn into your heart again
I wanna run, I wanna run
Yeah, be the writer of your own story
Yeah, be the writer of your own story