Hear me Anthony,
I can't seem to find what I'm seeking
Misplaced all my love and way of thinking
Carried in the current of last year
Help me Anthony,
My mistakes are finally catching up
I ignored the simple acts of love
Let them rust all bundled up with greed
Oh oh oh
I'm sick of seeing all the times I chose the lie
And tired of being reminded of my measured time
To make things right
Holy Anthony,
Your pa**ion is something that I'm seeking
To emulate, although my actions flawed
Lost and I don't know where I've been
Hold me at the knees,
Hang me upside down so I can find
A living world outside of black and white
Color bursting full and out of seam
Oh oh oh
I'm sick of writing songs that make my father cry
So why am I compelled to write with words of slight
I need some help to find where grace and peace collide
And give back to the world the words I know I have inside
Help me fight
To make things right
Help me find
My beautiful mind