And so, the path again becomes foggy.

What was clear, now gets compounded

By the very thing that I ran away from.

I ran for so long, and in the end I came to this:

How can I run, when I run from myself?

How can I hide, when I hide from myself?

What place is there without You,

When You are within me?

"Staring at the ceiling in the dark
Same old empty feeling in your heart
'Cause love comes slow and it goes so fast

Well you see her when you fall asleep
But never to touch and never to keep...
'Cause you loved her too much
And you dived too deep

Well you only need the light when it's burning low
Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
Only know you love her when you let her go

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low
Only hate the road when you're missin' home
Only know you love her when you let her go

And you let her go"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RBumgq5yVrA&feature=youtu.be