don't fight it

i have no other way--
there is a price to pay
for what the man will say:
that i was a million miles away
in a promise full of steam.
it could take no vacant dream
to persuade me to believe...

i think,
"just don't fight it, don't fight it, don't fight it,
if you don't know what it is...
if you don't know what it is..."
i think,
"just don't fight it, don't fight it, don't fight it,
if you don't know what it is...
if you don't know what it is..."

i left my heart in places,
forgot every one of their faces,
and tried to navigate a broken path,
of which i may have helped create.
in any incident, this is never no accident,
to stand alone and let the silence
make itself at home.

ah, give it up,
those dirty tricks.
no quick fix
could undo it.
ah, give it up;
i won't resist--
my answer's always this:

i say, "don't fight it,
don't fight it, don't fight it,
if you don't know what it is...
if you don't know what it is..."
just don't fight it,
don't fight it, don't fight it,
if you don't know what it is...
if you don't know what it is...

where has my light gone?
where has my fight gone?
what keeps us burning when the fire is long gone?
when i can't relate
to that voice without a face,
should i be afraid,
or is it just a voice i did create?

ah, give it up,
those dirty tricks.
no quick fix
could undo it.
ah, give it up;
i won't resist--
my answer's always this:

i said, "don't fight it,
don't fight it, don't fight it,
if you don't know what it is...
if you don't know what it is..."
just don't fight it,
don't fight it, don't fight it,
if you don't know what it is...
if you don't know what it is...

no, don't fight it,
you don't know what it is,
you don't know what it is...