There is a note
There is one perfect way of being
And I know that I will find it out someday
And there are times when I find myself repeating
Every stupid thing I swore I'd never say
But I will rise
I will face the morning laughing
And I'll try and find myself along the way
But there are days that I keep myself from crying
As I try and face another goddamn day
So we wait behind
And we search for signs to follow you, follow you
We try and climb
Though we know that mathematically speaking it gets
Harder every day
The chances of finding ourselves home again
Of finding ourselves in the same way
The chances of finding ourselves home again
Of finding ourselves in the same way
The chances of finding ourselves home again
Matthew, you looked at me and said:
"There's something not quite right, I know"
I'd change the subject as I grab a pack of cards
Out of my pocket to distract me now
Convincing me that I am not alone
Matthew, I worry about it sometimes
Say the voices in my head
And there are mornings where I wonder
How I've kept ourselves from death
But I know I will find a way
Because I always find a way
So we wait behind
And we search for signs to follow you, follow you
We try and climb
Though we know that mathematically speaking it gets
Harder every day
The chances of finding ourselves home again
Of finding ourselves in the same way
The chances of finding ourselves home again
Of finding ourselves in the same way
The chances of finding ourselves home again
So now we try to keep the past behind
Hold back the troubled horrors
The darkness in your mind
Try and find an answer
Not quite grace
But always right
Back to faint music
Back to ordinary light
So we wait behind
And we search for signs to follow you, follow you
We try and climb
Though we know that mathematically speaking it gets
Harder every day
The chances of finding ourselves home again
Of finding ourselves in the same way
The chances of finding ourselves home again
Of finding ourselves in the same way
The chances of finding ourselves home again
Of finding ourselves in the same way
The chances of finding ourselves home again
There is a note
There is one perfect way of being
And I know that I will find it out someday
And there are times when I find myself repeating
Every stupid thing I swore I'd never say
But I will rise
I will face the morning laughing
And I'll try and find myself along the way
But there'll be days that I keep myself from crying
As I try and face another goddamn day