I've grown tired of waiting for a sign
To tell me I'm alright
Where did the laughter go to die?
A poor reflection weighing on my mind
End sermon, the Afterlife
Each of us cut by a different knife.
Don't think I'm ready for
A new start
It's something I'd rather be dreamin' of.
A new start
And I look around, nothing's ever good enough.
A new start
It's something I'd rather be dreamin' of.
A new start
But I still look around...
Swept along like children in the dark
Decisions were not mine
Where does the laughter go to die?
I don't know, I don't know
When the dam overflowed it took the innocent
And left us behind.
I'm not yet over the hill,
But kinda feel like I'm already there...
Fine with standing still,
Overlooking the view it's not that bad, oh
