Sunshine, in the heart of a thunder cloud rolls by These days it would be a pleasing sound to hear it sigh Sweet dreams, cause it's been hard to realize We don't understand These things could be easier, I know If we weren't buried in several piles of sand Who are you? We've spent days, trying to find ourselves again Most every night And in so many ways, its been hard to truly see Whats really wrong, whats right? These words could be meaningless at times I know its true Sometimes, its the world we do not see That keeps falling on memories made of you Who are you? Sometimes, its the world you do not see That falls on you, To make it right