All of these fathers with their bald spots
Pull to the car line droppin' kids off
Sons and daughters of their parent's wounds
Parents of their own
It'd make some sense if some was made to me
Sometimes I don't see love in anything
And just when I surrender to my shadow
I snap out of it
And step into the light
I step back into the light
Sometimes my mind feels like a valley
So I take it to the bar
Fill it up like an ocean to drown my troubles in
Just to find out what good swimmers they are
It'd make some sense if some was made to me
Sometimes I don't see love in anything
And just when I surrender to my shadow
I snap out of it
I step into the light
I step back into the light
(...)
When my dreams feel like a rusty rail
That I slapped on a coat of paint
And as the layers cracked and chipped and failed
This wretched lie is all that remained
It'd make some sense if some was made to me
Sometimes I don't see love in anything
And just when I surrender to my shadow
I snap out of it
Yeah, I snap out of it
And I step into the light
I step back into the light
I step into the light
I step back into the light
