| There used to be a time
|
| When you’re the only one
|
| That you could see
|
| You built a wall to keep you free
|
| You saw it all so perfectly
|
| You divided everything
|
| You had into a thousand parts or names
|
| It made it easier to place the blame
|
| But it never really was the same
|
| But you forgot the reason why
|
| You had to be alone to breathe
|
| Something from your history
|
| Or have you lost your memory?
|
| But now it seems your baggage
|
| Is the only thing than you can bring
|
| You had a lie for everything
|
| And now your world is crumbling
|
| (Ah ooh)
|
| So now you find you’re on your own
|
| You find you’re on your own
|
| (Ah ooh)
|
| Trying to find your way back home
|
| Trying to find your way back
|
| You used to talk to God
|
| But you gave up 'cause you couldn’t see
|
| Couldn’t get from A to B
|
| But were you ever really listening
|
| Enough’s enough you know
|
| But then you never really had enough
|
| Something more to fill you up
|
| Maybe just a smaller cup
|
| You used to think that
|
| You would never be alone
|
| But you’re losing control
|
| You find it hard to see at all
|
| To find your way back
|
| There used to be a time
|
| When you divided
|
| Everything you had
|
| You had a lie for everything
|
| Or were you ever really listening?
|
| You used to talk to God
|
| But you gave up
|
| But then you really never had enough
|
| Or have you lost your memory?
|
| Memory
|
| But now you find you’re on your own
|
| To find your way back home |