You know it sounds better in the long run,
where your words and symbols stack up into the night
Hands are broken, folded like a steeple of my own symbol
The song is the same, A simple word transcribed to hold your faith. (Ooh your faith.)
We ma** as shadows, light as dust silent to further the days
Hold your frown . . .
I know it sounds better, but there's only so many things I want
So we read between the lines, the song is the same as every sun
Touched every sunrise on your face, that reminds us that spring will k** summer nights to get through
The winter days, swaying with daylight away from harm
All alone, where I, I roam . . .
When you can't sing, you're on your own
When you can't sing, on your own
when you don't have a thing to believe in
you will find, you have something to scream about