I can see the shadows on the wall Drifting as the leaves start to fall Unfazed by rugosity, the objects yield to gravity And depict the destiny of us all No one really knows why we die No one gets a break so we try Ignoring mortality, we worship mediocrity And wait to see what happens up on high In so many ways we live to follow the sun In so many ways we exalt and fail as one In so many ways we want so bad to be done
In so many ways we show our pain in unison Something in you is busy counting the days Catapulting you trough the haze Blind to virtuosity, ignorant of your sanctity, Revealing you, in so many ways In so many ways we live to follow the sun In so many ways we exalt and fail as one In so many ways we want so bad to be done In so many ways we show our pain in unison