I'm crawling to a place where I'm not kept to suffer. White-like surrender, all my hope will muster. I don't belong in hell. It's hard enough in my own world. The glass won't cut my feet, I float freely. And I, I'm calling back to you. I'm crawling back to you. I'm coming back to you. I free fall, I'm letting gravity pull me down to my knees. And I, I'm calling back to you. I'm crawling back to you. I'm coming back to you. And I, I'm coming back to you. The tide will guide me through. I'm coming back to you.