Falling What is the name of the feeling I get Where is the shame, what is regret? I don't feel a thing except The sting of consequences Mold me in your image So that I might become Take me under your wings So that answers would be sought You don't have to say a thing except Nothing - nothing's changed, I'm not the same You don't have to go but I can't accept your silence Silent - silence the voice that's calling Like I need a miracle The miracle is that you would see Walk a mile with me Many a dying mile I don't need your sympathy The miracle is that I would see Run the miles with me Many a wearying sigh You never said a thing except Nothing - nothing's changed, no one's to blame You don't have to stand up for me when I can fall on my own Fall - falling through the world to the voice that's calling