I wish that I could be satisfied
That I could know what fueled my stride
That I could know what I want from life
Twenty years
Waking up every day
Wondering if this feeling is here to stay
If today is the day I throw it all away
If you need to ask how I’m doing
Then you haven’t been listening
These shadows on me are not my own
They shimmer, they wheeze, and they moan
I found company in these leaning trees
They bend but don’t snap
Dying slowly in front of all that pass
On the edge of collapse
By what means does my life cling?
The world walks by my cage
As I attempt to color each day
In a way that makes me want to stay
In a way that makes me worth the air that I breathe
My charity is in excess when in the company of death
I have so much to give when there’s no one left
I have so much to give
I have so much to give
Rebuild
There is no more intoxicating fantasy than to be extraordinary
I make a mentor out of every man I meet
A lover out of everyone I pass in the street
We sing out of sync
We sing out of sync
We sing out of sync
We sing out of sync
We sing out of sync
We sing out of sync
We sing out of sync