| Song | Manifest |
| Artist | Comeback Kid |
| Album | Symptoms + Cures |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Maybe I want to take a step. | |
| The gold’s lost its shine but I know | |
| through cracks and the holes there’s a shimmer below. | |
| Hazy glimpses force me to stay. | |
| It all becomes real the moment I say | |
| that I’m finally willing. | |
| The moment I say I’m open. | |
| I’ve opened up. | |
| When I give a little, it sure takes a lot | |
| and it’s taking everything I’ve got. | |
| The last straw, final effort made | |
| to manifest what I can’t explain. | |
| I didn’t want to believe. | |
| Now it’s all that I can see. | |
| The last straw, final effort made | |
| to manifest what I can’t explain. | |
| I didn’t want to believe. | |
| Now it’s all that I can see. | |
| Now open up a piece of me. | |
| I’ve exposed myself to everything, everything | |
| and rising up infecting me. | |
| I’m gonna get it right. | |
| I’m gonna let it all right in. | |
| Someone open the gates and let me in. | |
| The persistent grinding, now an accommodating fit. | |
| Someone open the gate and let me in. | |
| I’ve been looking for something, and maybe this is it. | |
| Cause we just want to find a place in it all. | |
| Cause we just want to find a place in it all. | |
| Well I just want to find some space in it all. | |
| I want to find some space in it | |
| I want to find some space in it all. | |
| The last straw, final effort made | |
| to manifest what I can’t explain. | |
| I didn’t want to believe. | |
| Now it’s all that I can see. | |
| The last straw, final effort made | |
| to manifest what I can’t explain. | |
| I didn’t want to believe. | |
| Now it’s all that I can see. | |
| Now it’s all that I can see. |
| Maybe I want to take a step. | |
| The gold' s lost its shine but I know | |
| through cracks and the holes there' s a shimmer below. | |
| Hazy glimpses force me to stay. | |
| It all becomes real the moment I say | |
| that I' m finally willing. | |
| The moment I say I' m open. | |
| I' ve opened up. | |
| When I give a little, it sure takes a lot | |
| and it' s taking everything I' ve got. | |
| The last straw, final effort made | |
| to manifest what I can' t explain. | |
| I didn' t want to believe. | |
| Now it' s all that I can see. | |
| The last straw, final effort made | |
| to manifest what I can' t explain. | |
| I didn' t want to believe. | |
| Now it' s all that I can see. | |
| Now open up a piece of me. | |
| I' ve exposed myself to everything, everything | |
| and rising up infecting me. | |
| I' m gonna get it right. | |
| I' m gonna let it all right in. | |
| Someone open the gates and let me in. | |
| The persistent grinding, now an accommodating fit. | |
| Someone open the gate and let me in. | |
| I' ve been looking for something, and maybe this is it. | |
| Cause we just want to find a place in it all. | |
| Cause we just want to find a place in it all. | |
| Well I just want to find some space in it all. | |
| I want to find some space in it | |
| I want to find some space in it all. | |
| The last straw, final effort made | |
| to manifest what I can' t explain. | |
| I didn' t want to believe. | |
| Now it' s all that I can see. | |
| The last straw, final effort made | |
| to manifest what I can' t explain. | |
| I didn' t want to believe. | |
| Now it' s all that I can see. | |
| Now it' s all that I can see. |
| Maybe I want to take a step. | |
| The gold' s lost its shine but I know | |
| through cracks and the holes there' s a shimmer below. | |
| Hazy glimpses force me to stay. | |
| It all becomes real the moment I say | |
| that I' m finally willing. | |
| The moment I say I' m open. | |
| I' ve opened up. | |
| When I give a little, it sure takes a lot | |
| and it' s taking everything I' ve got. | |
| The last straw, final effort made | |
| to manifest what I can' t explain. | |
| I didn' t want to believe. | |
| Now it' s all that I can see. | |
| The last straw, final effort made | |
| to manifest what I can' t explain. | |
| I didn' t want to believe. | |
| Now it' s all that I can see. | |
| Now open up a piece of me. | |
| I' ve exposed myself to everything, everything | |
| and rising up infecting me. | |
| I' m gonna get it right. | |
| I' m gonna let it all right in. | |
| Someone open the gates and let me in. | |
| The persistent grinding, now an accommodating fit. | |
| Someone open the gate and let me in. | |
| I' ve been looking for something, and maybe this is it. | |
| Cause we just want to find a place in it all. | |
| Cause we just want to find a place in it all. | |
| Well I just want to find some space in it all. | |
| I want to find some space in it | |
| I want to find some space in it all. | |
| The last straw, final effort made | |
| to manifest what I can' t explain. | |
| I didn' t want to believe. | |
| Now it' s all that I can see. | |
| The last straw, final effort made | |
| to manifest what I can' t explain. | |
| I didn' t want to believe. | |
| Now it' s all that I can see. | |
| Now it' s all that I can see. |