Coming to Terms
© 1996 Mind’s Eye  Words: Minton   Music: Steinhurst / Minton

Leaves are fallin’ down... ev’rything is—quiet now…
Where once there was a voice, screaming to be heard… ev’rything is—quiet now…

Locked inside of feelings that may never be set free
Turned away from the voices… that were haunting me

Someday when the wind’s not nippin’ at my heels  Maybe then I’ll remember… what it is—to feel
And when I turn that corner, will you be waiting there for me or will ya—turn away?
Patience is a killer—it can be friend or enemy

Locked inside of feelings that may never be set free
Turned away from the voices… that were haunting me
And it feels like I’m wasting time, I'm holding on, holding back
When I should be living my life like it matters to me
Living inside of and coming to terms with the real me

Sometimes it's not pretty, what you see in the mirror…
Upon close examination, every damnable flaw is crystal
And every sordid memory that makes you sick to think about, oh it taught a valid lesson
But it's those who rise above it who are stronger, stronger

Locked inside of feelings that may never be set free
Turned away from the voices… that were haunting me
And it feels like I’m wasting time, I'm holding on, holding back
When I should be living my life like it matters to me
Living inside of and coming to terms with the real me
But ev’rything is—quiet now…