Let me paint a picture for you. It's a stormy night, after a cold December day. I step out into the light, you step back which makes me afraid of what I see, and what I see is me. I can see everything, just carry all about me. (All about me) As long as you hold me in your hands, I remain your prisoner. Last night I woke up in the middle of your life, you spoke of devils and demons that I can not explain. They came up to me, they made me feel dark and evil. I see you reach out to me when you're calling, and I've strangled all my words. I am grasping onto the only thing that I have left. When I raise my hands follow me to this place I have mapped out. The sun never sets, and the moon is hardly out. The stars seem to laugh at me, as I stare up into the sky, and on my perch, I can see you as clear, as clear as ice. And I see you. (I see you) You're holding (you're holding) on my sky, 'cause I've reached for the only thing I can hold, and all I see. I see you reach out to me, when you're calling and I strangle all my words. I am grasping onto the only thing that I have left. When I raise my hands I am holding on to you. When I raise my hands you're the only thing.