Well, I don't know what's worse:   to change when you're not ready,   or stay exactly how you were   No one tells the truth   to a camera in their face   but we're always trying to recreate those same snapshots   The philosopher in me   drives the rest of me crazy   but I know you see the things I see in you      So when you get there   Let me know you're well   I'll be waiting for your call   And when you get there   Tell me how it feels   To reach the bottom of yourself      Can you really know yourself   if you live your life in phases?   Take a new face off the shelf   You ask me if it hurts   to love without a question    or regard for myself   Well let me ask you   Can you hurt if you can't love?   Can you love if you can't look into a mirror and see yourself?      So when you get there   Let me know you're well   I'll be waiting for your call   And when you get there   Tell me how it feels   To reach the bottom of yourself      Amazing grace, how sweet the sound   That saved a wretch like me   Well, I was so lost   but now I am found   Was blind but now I see   Amazing grace, how sweet that sound   that saved this wretch...      So when you get there   Let me know you're well   I'll be waiting for your call   And when you get there   Tell me how it feels   To reach the bottom of yourself   Tell me how you hurt   Can you tell me how you hurt?   And when you get there   Tell me how it feels   to reach the bottom of yourself