I can see the shadows on the wall,
Drifting as the leaves start to fall,
Unfazed by rugosity, the objects yield to gravity
And depict the destiny of us all...
No one really knows why we die,
No one gets a break so we try.
Ignoring mortality, we worship mediocrity,
And wait to see what happens up on high...
In so many ways we live to follow the sun,
In so many ways we exalt and fail as one,
In so many ways we want so bad to be done,
In so many ways we show our pain in unison,
Unison...
Unison...
Something in you is busy counting the days
Catapulting you through the haze
Blind to virtuosity, ignorant of your sanctity,
Revealing you, in so many ways
In so many ways we live to follow the sun
In so many ways we turn our eyes and fall as one
In so many ways we want so bad to be done
In so many ways we show our pain in unison
Unison...
Unison...
In so many ways we live to follow the sun,
In so many ways we exalt and fail as one,
In so many ways we want so bad to be done,
In so many ways we show our pain in unison,
Unison...
Unison.