RUSH

My blade is dulled, it no longer cuts the ice through I'll chip away at the light beyond the ceiling My fingers rough and calloused hold me to the morning I'm gone before my head breaks through the surface Tell me How'd we get so cold inside the helmet? As my heartrate slows I fear the ending But I still feel the rush I'm outside your party Feeling the worst Just forget about me I'm hurting you first Raise me over the canyon I can't cross this river between us It'll bleed me dry if I run away so I won't be here long But I still feel the rush I'm outside your party I'm spinning in circles I wanna be with you This cold is an anchor This cold is an anchor Too late, baby what you want? Baby what you need? Day late, dollar short Too late, baby what you want? Baby what you need? Day late, dollar short Too late, baby what you want? Baby what you need? Day late, dollar short Day late, dollar short Day late, dollar short