| Taking you back to day one |
| When the light was the blind and bright in two suns (Come down) |
| Touch the ground we hang from |
| The rest can look back when yesterday comes (Once again) |
| I resign to the same mistake |
| The pleasure that I hate |
| And the pain it makes (Turn around) |
| Take a look back to see |
| The darkness in a figure in the shape of me |
| It’s not an illusion |
| Not seeing double |
| My mistakes shouldn’t have passed into today’s new trouble |
| What I knew got lost in the shuffle |
| And I can’t go digging in yesterday’s rubble |
| So I’m left with a taste in my mouth |
| That I hate but I can’t seem to scrape it out |
| So when I say that I pray, it’ll go away |
| I’m reminded of this thing that you left in me |
| (The beginning) |
| Bringing the thought back again |
| When you’re faced with rain dripping down off your chin (Come down) |
| Hold the ground we claim to |
| When the rest can look back when yesterday’s through (Once again) |
| Encore of the same mistake |
| And the pleasure that I hate |
| And the pain it makes (Turn around) |
| Take a look back to see |
| The darkness in a figure in the shape of me |
| It’s not an illusion |
| Not seeing double |
| Your mistakes shouldn’t have passed into today’s new trouble |
| What you knew got lost in the shuffle |
| And you can’t go digging in yesterday’s rubble |
| So while I’m left with a taste in my mouth |
| That I hate but I can’t seem to scrape it out |
| So when I say that I pray, it’ll go away |
| I’m reminded of this thing that you left in me |