You can find less these d-ays to be proud of
Among the best and worst just alike
And you can try turn-ing the music up louder
It numbs the ears and the m-ind and the heart disappears
And beneath it the fears st-ill res-ide
~Chorus~
Sure I was lost but I didn’t know why
Just living on feelings and w-andering by
Still looking for the pieces
Looking f-or the puzz-le
Where Your l-ife fits in m-ine
Here in the c-ool gr-ey of the morning
When the darkness is just out of sight
And as the f-ools th-ey take to hoarding
Little nuts of their might
It’s a sign of the season
Only You’ve got no reason to f-ight
~Chorus~
Here in the m-ak-ing of a moment
While I’m looking at one little piece
And even th-ough Y-ou have shown it
The picture’s still hard to see
And though You were the Artist
It seems that’s when it’s hardest, for m-e
