There might not be anything But you'll never know till you get there You might get hurt But you'll never know till you lay your hands on it Locking up from inside Keep on saying that the key is lost A room of mirror with a door tight closed All you see is your vulnerable self If you lost the key then break the lock Horizontal crack across the mirror A shoe that's lost its pair Scared of being barefooted Unable to take a step forward Deeply confused and depressed Am I being too scared? Too passive? There might not be anyting Things that you'll never know till you get there You might get hurt Things that you'll never know till you lay your hands on it