The Mess
I see in the air
Light and I make a tear
To get to you
You never show the way
It's like sinking in the sand
Cover me but hold my hand
We've got nothing else to say
Somewhere somewhere we will find ourselves
Running out through the mess to make it home
Send your regards
Listen to your selfish heart
I have nothing else to say
Sick of looking down
Are you in front or in the ground?
Truly, show me the way...
Somewhere somewhere we will find ourselves
Running out through the mess to make it home
Look there, a person to grab and
Hold your place
This rational man has held his place
Look for a person to grab and
Hold your place
This rational man has held his
Somewhere somewhere we will find ourselves
Running out through the mess to make it home