Sometimes I feel like the dog in the median,
whichever direction I take I'm going to lose.
The battle that's raging inside is killing me
while I fight to ignore the bruise.
The dragon on my left breathes fire
and the water on my right threatens to drown.
So I practice my balancing act and flirt on these edges
and I scream without making a sound.
You whisper it's time to trust my heart
It's time to ask for more.
It's time to let the healing start
It's time to stop this war.
I've seen the angels come on the heels of prayer
and I've felt you so strong in my heart I thought I'd explode.
But I'm like the drowning man who's fighting the diver -
when the struggle stops I'll float.
(chorus)
Rains fall, rivers flow and the tides rise.
If the dam breaks is there any hope for compromise?
