Lying here awake again.
Minutes before dawn I hear your breathing,
your heart beat like a song.
Lately I´ve been feeling a little less then good but
seeing things for the first time like I never could.

I´ve had my head down against the door,
trying to get to something I couldn´t find before.
That special something, that feeds my soul,
is a rhythm to live by, it´s a rhythm of hope.

Something drives us onwards.
Something gives us strength.
What makes our judgment falter is the questions we think.
Who am I to fly so high?
What gives me the right to dream of what could be,
keep reaching for the light?

I´ve been standing in front of that door,
basing my happiness on what´ I knew before.
Searching for something that moves my soul.
A rhythm to hold to, a rhythm to live to.

Have you been down like this before?
I guarantee there´s something waiting for you just open that door.
A rhythm to live by, that moves your soul.
A rhythm that holds you.
A rhythm to live to.

And if there´s one thing we all need now,
it´s a rhythm to live by, a rhythm of hope.

Lying here awake again.