Oh, some things are better left unsaid    You’ll find a nice place to hide them    But days like this    There is just too much going on, yeah       So I’m picking up the pieces of my past    But I can’t find no peace at all    So in other words    I am so ready to be found       So I’ll try and I might    Stand up and fight    To leave this place someday    All I need is that moment    To make me believe that you’re alive    And then I’ll be alright, alright       Paradise grown cold    One hand on my door    Way too high hopes    I can’t tell right from wrong    Show me how it’s done    Lord I need to be saved    And then I’ll be alright, alright yeah       Oh yeah, on days like these    There is just too much going on    So I try and I might    Stand up and fight    To leave this place someday    All I need is this moment    To make me believe that you’re alive    And then I’ll be alright       Paradise grown cold    One hand on my door    Way too high hopes    I can’t tell right from wrong    Show me how it’s done    Lord I need to be saved    And then I’ll be alright    And then I’ll be alright    And then I’ll be alright    And then I’ll be alright    And then I’ll be alright, yeah