Nothing feels right, Nothing's in the perfect place. Can't sleep all night, Voices whisper in the dark, I can't them stop, But I know, Underneath the sand and storm, My soul shall flower in the rubble, Left out in the cold, I keep finding gold. Morning, half light, Slips in between the window blinds, Wake up to find, The shadows from the night before, Have all but dissapeared And I know, underneath the sand and stone, My soul shall flower in the rubble left out in the cold, I keep finding gold.