What height is the ceiling this time?
It doesn’t change the manner of it
Make me taller than the line on the wall
I wanna get ahead of it

And I won’t miss it this time
My eyes are open so wide
Prove that it’s more than I think
I’ll let you in again

I stumble like a doe
On these jagged rocks
Will hawks hang overhead?
Who will I love in the end?

Who will I love in the end?
I’ll go where I am led
Who will I love in the end?
Who will I love in the end?