What’s a name when in the darkness
We all look the same?
Holding candles looking for the flame,
For the fire to chase the night away
As we wait for daylight to break
What is life kept to ourselves?
Careful words composed?
It’s a book upon the shelf,
Its story never told
We are frames,
Chasing photos of our happier days
Clinging to the ones they can’t erase
Going on to find that perfect place,
Where we can love each other
We can find each other,
We can shape the world again
What is life kept to ourselves?
Careful words composed?
It’s a book upon the shelf,
Its story never told
The pages turn
And then unfold
To show us where we’ve been
As the signs along the road
To lead us home again
I feel like I’ve been turned inside out
I’ve come so far I can’t turn around,
But I don’t know the next steps to take
'Cause all you left were me and the growing pains
What is life kept to ourselves?
Careful words composed?
It’s a book upon the shelf,
Its story never told
Pages turn
And then unfold
To show us where we’ve been
As the signs along the road
To lead us home again
