| Don’t know if I believe in a God
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| Don’t know if I believe there’s not
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| Don’t know if I believe in fate
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| Don’t know if I believe we make our own way
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| I love, I lose, I scar when I bruise
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| Why, dear life?
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| Sometimes I feel you carry me
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| And then I feel you’re letting go
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| No ties, I’m wild, running free
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| Am I a fool to think I’m in control?
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| Should I lay back, and let the tide wash over me or fight?
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| Dear life, what do you hold from me?
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| Maybe I should believe what I’m told
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| Maybe I should believe what glitters is gold
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| Maybe I should say what’s on my mind
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| Maybe if I keep my mouth shut I’ll be fine
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| I hate, I burn
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| I bless and curse
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| Why, dear life?
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| Sometimes I feel you carry me
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| And then I feel you’re letting go
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| No ties, I’m wild, running free
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| Am I a fool to think I’m in control?
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| Am I a fool to think I’m in control?
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| Should I lay back, and let the tide wash over me or fight?
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| Dear life
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| The only thing I know for sure when I get enough of this life
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| The only thing I know for sure, we’re gonna be alright
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| The only thing I know for sure when I get enough of this life
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| The only thing I know for sure, we’re gonna be alright
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| Sometimes I feel you carry me
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| And then I feel you’re letting go
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| No ties, I’m wild, running free
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| Am I a fool to think I’m in control?
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| Am I a fool to think I’m in control?
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| Should I lay back, and let the tide wash over me or fight?
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| Dear life, what do you hold from me? |