Until This - Jann Arden

Are you sleeping?

Can you hear me?

Are you dreaming?

I’m confessing, reassessing

What this all could mean

All the strangeness

I can’t change this

What will be, will be

I don’t remember who I was

Withered away with wander lust

I don’t think I knew happiness

Until this, until this, until this

All love’s questions, misconceptions

Let me write them down

In a letter, sealed forever

Where they can’t be found

I don’t remember who I was

Withered away with wander lust

I don’t think I knew happiness

Until this, until this, until this

Until this is something that I’d thought I’d missed

Until this, until this

Bruised and busted

Stained and rusted

Hopeless, until this