Testo: Hyland. Jumping the Gun.

I think I'm sick of second best, and silver medals.
Another trophy of regret that says I could of done better.
I wish that I could restart, with all momentum
With better luck and better cards, and my best intentions.
All I know, is I should, I should of thought things over.
And all, I know, is I could have done this better.

I'm jumping the gun,
Taking the wheel,
Fighing wounds that just won't heal
And I'm tusting you, faith will make a way.
I'm holding my breath,
I'm Chasing a dream
I'm out on a limb you're there with me,
And I'm trusting you
Faith will make a way
(hard to believe it)


And these old habits they die hard
Cause friction finds me weak
I think i've taken them too far
These addictions always bleed.
I know, I should, I should have thought things over
And all I know, is I could, I could of done this better

I'm jumping the gun,
Taking the wheel,
Fighing wounds that just won't heal
And I'm tusting you, faith will make a way.
I'm holding my breath,
I'm Chasing a dream
I'm out on a limb you're there with me,
And I'm trusting you
Faith will make a way

I am out on the edge,
And I am taking a stand,
And I know you'll catch me when I fall

I am out on the edge,
And I am taking a stand,
And I know you'll catch me when I fall

I'm jumping the gun,
I'm Taking the wheel,
Fighing wounds that just won't heal
And I'm tusting you, faith will make a way.
I'm holding my breath,
I'm Chasing a dream
I'm out on a limb you're there with me,
And I'm trusting you
Faith will make a way

I'm holding my breath,
I'm Chasing a dream
I'm out on a limb you're there with me,
And I'm trusting you
Faith will make a way

Hard to believe it,
Hard to believe it.
And I'm trusting,
Hard to believe it.