| Going down the same road again
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| That I walked a thousand times before
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| Oh, you keep leading me as though it’s new
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| But I can’t do this anymore
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| I thought that things would change eventually
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| That I would find a purpose to this life
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| That this fairground would be filled with lights for me
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| And that I could be alright
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| Falling down the same holes again
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| That I thought I covered up last night
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| Oh, it seems I’m digging them when I’m asleep
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| Something about it just ain’t right
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| Flying over all the obstacles
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| That are piling up in front of me
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| This fairground could be filled with lights for me
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| But I’m blind and cannot see
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| Are you lighting them for me
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| Someone said that the cracks in you
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| Are there to let the light shine in
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| I wonder if they’re enough to lighten this life
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| If I’m not shining from within
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| And even though they’re becoming more and more
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| I feel just as broken as before
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| If this fairground is a fiction of my mind
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| I’m not sure there is a cure
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| Will you find me a cure
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| Going down the same road again
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| That I walked a thousand times before
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| Oh you keep leading me as though it’s new
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| But I can’t do this anymore
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| I thought that things would change eventually
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| That I would find a purpose to this life
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| That this fairground would be filled with lights for me
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| And that I could be alright |