كلمات Overhead

The things I want are tearing me apart I knew this from the start They're daggers to Your heart Though I desire to trade my will with Yours I'm shutting open doors and crawling on all fours I need Your touch, open my eyes Cut me down to size, I'm dying to rise I promised I'd be less and let You be more In my attempt to do what I have read To die is gain, I want to serve the One I adore But it appears there's too much overhead I'd rather stay than give my life away The life that I have made, a price I just can't pay So I ignore Your calling from the shore You offer so much more but the cost I can't afford Short-sighted eyes, my spirit's demise Listening to lies, dying to rise I need Your touch, open my eyes Cut me down to size, I'm dying to rise