Got to figure it out, got to find out what love is all about There's a kind of understanding, a sweet and simple deal On a little piece of paper, explaining how I feel Got to make up my mind, I suspect it will occupy my time Every minute of the hour of every single day Oh, I wish I had the power to make it go away Hey, hey, I trust it turns out okay There are days when I feel happy There are days when I feel badly bruised And days when you will find me clinging on to you There are days when I feel ready To confront my demons and my ghosts And days when I know nothing about where I am, I suppose These days compare to those There is plenty of doubt, and I feel I am falling in and out Of a state of knowing nothing, to a state of clarity I'm not sure if it's a good thing, it's something I can't see But I feel it's real, it is taking up so much space Don't know how to take it in But I trust there will come days when I understand its ways There are days when I feel happy There are days when I feel badly bruised And days when you will find me clinging on to you There are days when I feel ready To confront my demons and my ghosts And days when I know nothing about where I am, I suppose These days compare to those [x2] These days...