(Verse)
It’s hard to send our fears down the river
And harder still to feel when it hurts
But joy will fall into the cracks when we are rigid
And fear controls when we are worried about our worth 

(Chorus)
Subliminal, I guess, the way we’re sinnin' 
If the wicked get no rest & I’m wide awake 

(Verse 2)
This offer only stands in the moment 
For cowards tend to care if it leads 
Shame can set up traps that change the meanin' 
Of the words that have an origin in need

(Chorus x2)