To Turn

So easy to close
To grow so cold
To feel like stone
To slip into the mold

So I'm watching my grip
No, I don't want to hold
I see the goal
To let go of control

I'll let my cards fold
I'll take the long way home
Won't see it half full
Facing my shadow

I'll turn the sorrow
I'll turn the sorrow gold

I'll turn the sorrow
I'll turn the sorrow gold
I'll turn the sorrow
I'll turn the sorrow gold