A crowded hallway that feels empty with nothing but my own mind,
And almost always it feels heavy, ready to seek and over-an*lyse,
But I am wasteful, and I am lazy, I don't need the things I try to find,
and I am grateful, but not daily, I need to re-control the pace of time,
Still so young, and full of love,
You know life is not to be won,
But you could learn to smell the roses,
This smokey hallway is slowly crumbling, I can't see in front of me so I stop,
I stop because I feel that there is something bowing upon me,
But I recline cause I now know what it's not,
Still so young, and full of love,
You know life is not to be won,
But you could learn to smell the roses,
Look now how far you've come,
Don't look down, welcome the sun,
But you could learn to smell the roses,
Nothing feels empty,
Nothing feels empty,
Nothing feels empty (you and I),
Nothing feels empty,
Nothing feels empty,
Nothing feels empty (you and I),
Still so young, and full of love,
You know life is not to be won,
But you could learn to smell the roses,
Look now how far you've come,
Don't look down, welcome the sun,
But you could learn to smell the roses,