Oh, some things are better left unsaid You'll find a nice place to hide them But days like this There is just too much going on, yeah
So I'm picking up the pieces of my past But I can't find no peace at all So in other words I am so ready to be found
So I'll try and I might Stand up and fight To leave this place someday All I need is that moment To make me believe that you're alive And then I'll be alright, alright
Paradise grown cold One hand on my door Way too high hopes I can't tell right from wrong Show me how it's done Lord I need to be saved And then I'll be alright, alright yeah
Oh yeah, on days like these There is just too much going on So I try and I might Stand up and fight To leave this place someday All I need is this moment To make me believe that you're alive And then I'll be alright
Paradise grown cold One hand on my door Way too high hopes I can't tell right from wrong Show me how it's done Lord I need to be saved And then I'll be alright And then I'll be alright And then I'll be alright And then I'll be alright And then I'll be alright, yeah