| I loved how I slept
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| When I was younger and content
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| With all the simple things I had
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| So much more then
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| I had peace, I had you to tell me
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| That it would all turn out just fine
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| So now I ask you
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| Did we all turn out just fine?
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| Was it in me not to see you
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| Not to close my eyes and turn?
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| Not to hear your voice
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| When you’re screaming out my name
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| How could I miss it now?
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| Screaming out my name
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| I loved how we spoke
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| With our eyes closed and our hands
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| Raised to the ceiling high
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| And our faith like fire burning inside
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| Now we’re empty and we don’t know why (Why)
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| That’s why I ask you
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| Did we all turn out just fine?
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| I want to love something more than I love myself
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| I want to kill this need to be somebody else
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| I want to see my friends doing okay
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| Not feeling sad and strange
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| But nowadays, why is it so hard?
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| Cut my chest wide open
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| To see that I’m still longing
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| I can’t find what is missing
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| My peace is gone and it won’t come back
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| Maybe that’s why I’m always looking to the past
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| I want to love something more than I love myself
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| I want to kill this need to be somebody else
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| I want to see my friends doing okay
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| Not feeling sad and strange
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| But nowadays, why is it so hard?
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| (To see you, to feel you here)
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| Nowadays, why is it so hard? |