When I pull pictures from this wall
The wall has marks left from the frame
And so I consciously paint black
When the rest is obviously white
Believing
It helps the lungs find the heart
Convincing, convincing
It's something I can't do
There's a hole in my heart
There's a hole in my mind
And there's a hole where there's usually a door
Just because I threw it out
Believing
It helps the lungs find the heart
Convincing, convincing
It's something I can't do
I could turn myself around
But I'll never stop the circle
Believing
It helps the lungs find the heart
Convincing, convincing
It's something I can't do