Lying here awake again.
Minutes before dawn I hear your breathing,
your heart beat like a song.
Lately I have been feeling a little less then good but
seeing things for the 1st time like I never could.

I have had my head down against the door,
trying to get to smth I could not find before.
That special smth, that feeds my soul,
is a rhythm to live by, it is a rhythm of hope.

Smth drives us onwards.
Smth gives us strength.
What makes our judgment falter is the questions we think.
Who am I to fly so high?
What gives me the right to dream of what could be,
keep reaching for the light?

I have been standing in front of that door,
basing my happiness on what´ I knew before.
Searching for smth that moves my soul.
A rhythm to hold to, a rhythm to live to.

Have you been down like this before?
I guarantee theres smth waiting for you just open that door.
A rhythm to live by, that moves your soul.
A rhythm that holds you.
A rhythm to live to.

And if theres one thing we all need now,
it is a rhythm to live by, a rhythm of hope.

Lying here awake again