I can't see much truth in what's being spokenI can't
living life todaywhen tomorrow brings this trail of desperate thoughtsliving
the need to know gives a strange reactionthe need to
hear your soothing comfort loudone knows it's not too quietall
sit alone and celebrate good times of changesit alone anticipate
feared and loathed besides...it's such a tragedyI've seen all others
you may need some honest words to healyou may need
my life is not too wholeits understanding whyI take when
breathing life, as true as honest workbreathing life, a truth
for the end, the time I'm feeling hostand I'm turning
what this seems to be, what this seems to be,
see the hands that wave their last goodbyetalk with friends
there's two arms you could breakhow low can you descendapproach