| To stand the test of time, to stand alone | |
| To be without the glue that keeps us glued together | |
| And feeling so excrement able | |
| It only goes to show you | |
| How many ways you don’t know you | |
| When the bad sets in | |
| I could use some sleep, resting, falling | |
| Falling deeper than deep | |
| We miss the point to carry on, we miss the point | |
| To carry on where things you love but did not get | |
| And all the times you’ve been upset by, unfulfilled dreams and visions | |
| And the guilt for your wrong decisions | |
| It’s so hard to pry away, pry out from under all the lies | |
| And distractions of the world | |
| You’ve seen what they can do | |
| But you can’t see your way out | |
| We miss the point to carry on, all thing fall through | |
| That how it feels, when you hear the sound of disappointment | |
| So unsatisfied, when the sight's set higher | |
| Some can’t achieve, don’t believe, there is light at the end at all | |
| There’s no light | |
| Time to reach out for what’s real | |
| It’s easy to miss, insist | |
| That you shouldn’t always follow the first thing you feel |
| To stand the test of time, to stand alone | |
| To be without the glue that keeps us glued together | |
| And feeling so excrement able | |
| It only goes to show you | |
| How many ways you don' t know you | |
| When the bad sets in | |
| I could use some sleep, resting, falling | |
| Falling deeper than deep | |
| We miss the point to carry on, we miss the point | |
| To carry on where things you love but did not get | |
| And all the times you' ve been upset by, unfulfilled dreams and visions | |
| And the guilt for your wrong decisions | |
| It' s so hard to pry away, pry out from under all the lies | |
| And distractions of the world | |
| You' ve seen what they can do | |
| But you can' t see your way out | |
| We miss the point to carry on, all thing fall through | |
| That how it feels, when you hear the sound of disappointment | |
| So unsatisfied, when the sight' s set higher | |
| Some can' t achieve, don' t believe, there is light at the end at all | |
| There' s no light | |
| Time to reach out for what' s real | |
| It' s easy to miss, insist | |
| That you shouldn' t always follow the first thing you feel |
| To stand the test of time, to stand alone | |
| To be without the glue that keeps us glued together | |
| And feeling so excrement able | |
| It only goes to show you | |
| How many ways you don' t know you | |
| When the bad sets in | |
| I could use some sleep, resting, falling | |
| Falling deeper than deep | |
| We miss the point to carry on, we miss the point | |
| To carry on where things you love but did not get | |
| And all the times you' ve been upset by, unfulfilled dreams and visions | |
| And the guilt for your wrong decisions | |
| It' s so hard to pry away, pry out from under all the lies | |
| And distractions of the world | |
| You' ve seen what they can do | |
| But you can' t see your way out | |
| We miss the point to carry on, all thing fall through | |
| That how it feels, when you hear the sound of disappointment | |
| So unsatisfied, when the sight' s set higher | |
| Some can' t achieve, don' t believe, there is light at the end at all | |
| There' s no light | |
| Time to reach out for what' s real | |
| It' s easy to miss, insist | |
| That you shouldn' t always follow the first thing you feel |