what brings me back to this?
is this something I need,
or something that I want?
do you remember the feeling,
the feeling the lines were starting to blur?
what brings me back to this?
is this something I need,
or have I done something wrong?
how did we ever get here,
replacing our times without the simplest of joys
leave this behind you
let them around you
this isn't working, i'm tired of fear
leave this behind you
let them around you
this isn't working, this isn't right
don't pretend to know,
you're not that far off
this is starting to crumble
and I don't know what to do
this is starting to crumble
and I couldn't care
for when you're starting to crumble
you're starting to see
that we all need something bigger than something to do
there is a river
and you'll find it
you'll find
you're not wasting your life here
I want to find peace by that river
then i'll know my life isn't wasted.