In spite of my cheerful demeanor,
We watch the same dead clocks,
These small hands need to meet the larger again.
I chose a road, the one I didn't know.
Now it has brought me here.
The stories I've gathered in travels,
I wouldn't trade for the years back.
I need something to get me through this.
Without you am I ever myself?
The only thing holding us back is us.
The time that won't wait for us,
And ghosts from the last times we died
All we can do is try and try to try and try to change
The night has been my covering
And the day is my disguise.
But I can't seem to stay far enough away
For those of you who question your purpose,
Look inside the eyes staring back at you
They long for purpose too,
You are the second hand air that I breathe,
And these songs were made for you to sing before me.
And they are more than just sounds,
And you are more than just an audience.
This is the family that I've found.
I chose a road and now I know
Nothing will ever come easy.
Staying asleep is worse than falling awake. More from The Color Morale