To stand the test of time, to stand alone | |
To be without the glue that keeps us glued together | |
And feeling so excrement able | |
It only goes to show you | |
How many ways you don’t know you | |
When the bad sets in | |
I could use some sleep, resting, falling | |
Falling deeper than deep | |
We miss the point to carry on, we miss the point | |
To carry on where things you love but did not get | |
And all the times you’ve been upset by, unfulfilled dreams and visions | |
And the guilt for your wrong decisions | |
It’s so hard to pry away, pry out from under all the lies | |
And distractions of the world | |
You’ve seen what they can do | |
But you can’t see your way out | |
We miss the point to carry on, all thing fall through | |
That how it feels, when you hear the sound of disappointment | |
So unsatisfied, when the sight's set higher | |
Some can’t achieve, don’t believe, there is light at the end at all | |
There’s no light | |
Time to reach out for what’s real | |
It’s easy to miss, insist | |
That you shouldn’t always follow the first thing you feel |
To stand the test of time, to stand alone | |
To be without the glue that keeps us glued together | |
And feeling so excrement able | |
It only goes to show you | |
How many ways you don' t know you | |
When the bad sets in | |
I could use some sleep, resting, falling | |
Falling deeper than deep | |
We miss the point to carry on, we miss the point | |
To carry on where things you love but did not get | |
And all the times you' ve been upset by, unfulfilled dreams and visions | |
And the guilt for your wrong decisions | |
It' s so hard to pry away, pry out from under all the lies | |
And distractions of the world | |
You' ve seen what they can do | |
But you can' t see your way out | |
We miss the point to carry on, all thing fall through | |
That how it feels, when you hear the sound of disappointment | |
So unsatisfied, when the sight' s set higher | |
Some can' t achieve, don' t believe, there is light at the end at all | |
There' s no light | |
Time to reach out for what' s real | |
It' s easy to miss, insist | |
That you shouldn' t always follow the first thing you feel |
To stand the test of time, to stand alone | |
To be without the glue that keeps us glued together | |
And feeling so excrement able | |
It only goes to show you | |
How many ways you don' t know you | |
When the bad sets in | |
I could use some sleep, resting, falling | |
Falling deeper than deep | |
We miss the point to carry on, we miss the point | |
To carry on where things you love but did not get | |
And all the times you' ve been upset by, unfulfilled dreams and visions | |
And the guilt for your wrong decisions | |
It' s so hard to pry away, pry out from under all the lies | |
And distractions of the world | |
You' ve seen what they can do | |
But you can' t see your way out | |
We miss the point to carry on, all thing fall through | |
That how it feels, when you hear the sound of disappointment | |
So unsatisfied, when the sight' s set higher | |
Some can' t achieve, don' t believe, there is light at the end at all | |
There' s no light | |
Time to reach out for what' s real | |
It' s easy to miss, insist | |
That you shouldn' t always follow the first thing you feel |