I've grown tired of waiting for a sign To tell me I'm alright Where did the laughter go to die? A poor reflection weighing on my mind End sermon, the Afterlife Each of us cut by a different knife. Don't think I'm ready for A new start It's something I'd rather be dreamin' of. A new start And I look around, nothing's ever good enough. A new start It's something I'd rather be dreamin' of. A new start But I still look around... Swept along like children in the dark Decisions were not mine Where does the laughter go to die? I don't know, I don't know When the dam overflowed it took the innocent And left us behind. I'm not yet over the hill, But kinda feel like I'm already there... Fine with standing still, Overlooking the view it's not that bad, oh