Growing old, and living for
The moment you're searching for something
You cannot find, the truth inside
Will reveal all, that we're living for
Thinking all is gone, its gone
Why wait for you to come home
Why search for answers to nothing
So dont you fall back on me
Or try to drag me down
And whats the use in wanting life to come
Growing old, and getting bored
Of the moment, you're
Searching for something
You cannot find, the truth inside
And it will reveal all
That we're searching for
Thinking all is gone, its gone
Why wait for you to come home
Why search for answers to nothing
So dont you fall back on me
Or try to drag me down
And whats the use in wanting life to come
Think back, shocking, believe, its me
Think back, shocking, believe, its me
Think back, shocking, believe, its me
Think back, shocking, believe...
Thinking all is gone, its gone
Why wait for you to come home
Why search for answers to nothing
So dont you fall back on me
Or try to drag me down
And whats the use in wanting life to come
Thinking all is gone, its gone
Why wait for you to come home
Why search for answers to nothing
So dont you fall back on me
Or try to drag me down
And whats the use in wanting life to come