Lookin' for a little peace?. Maybe some days you don't need to hear the truth. There's a place for every war and every other tear. A place for everyone and everyone's fears.
I can see you're bleeding from your laugh. You tried to stop it with an axe. You fill the holes with Styrofoam. You drive your hammer with a nail. . Plastic made of sheets.
So tell me what is wrong. Your pretty white knuckle's 'bout to bleed. You're holdin' on for dear life now. You ain't holdin' on to me. . And I saw this magic piece of clay.
We'll always make it through the day. There's always gonna be a better way. Always be someone else's way. Even when we know we've gone too far. Closer to the edge is so much further.
How many ways. Do we have to say goodbye?. How many days. Are we gonna need this time?. . If only I could tell you. If only I could tell you anything.
You've got the answer for everything. That's wrong with everybody else. You've borrowed insights. Should have borrowed someone else's mouth. . And I, I have seen you fallin' through the door.