there’s a time and place for everything —
for the battles that you cannot win.
there’s plan in all the suffering —
thoughts behind the foolish grin.
there is something good in everyone.
hindsight tells us what we should should have done.
but there’s a line you cross you don’t come back.
where self-defence is self-attack.
well, maybe there is.
yeah, maybe there is.
if you believe it exists.
I just don’t see it.
these are the faces we will never know.
these are places we will never go.
as we sit and watch the world revolve
around the problems that we cannot solve.
there are so many things to hide behind.
like the answers we will never find.
you say the clues are everywhere.
you say there’s something in the air.
well maybe there is.
if you believe it exists,
then yeah, maybe there is.
I just don’t see it.
your hands are getting so old.
your heart does what it’s told.
I know what we’re being sold,
I just don’t see