Chances are falling out

Although chances are falling out
I will never doubt the things you're about
Hello, are you low?
I felt myself passing out
Did you doubt the things that I was about?
Hello, i'm feeling low

I'm feeling broken
My head is like the smoke
Always floating
Floating away from hope
Did I know the right things to say?
Is it natural for life to go grey?

Because all that I hope is to make it home
Next to your face
Is it a dream is this the real me?
I feel like I've lost my place
In a culture of sleep invested in being the best that you can
But the best version of me is yet to be seen
I hope that it can

Maybe it will change if I think about our memories
All I hear are quotes about how our love is meant to be
It's meant to be
Crashing like waves in the sea
Tides are changing heart is racing
I am surrounded by the trees
Flowers blooming sadness gone
Feel your hand tightly grabbing on
Hold on come on here we go
Next to you I feel this hope
Next to you I can go to sleep
Next to you I finally sleep
Now I can finally see how our love is meant to be