Lyric

My life folded into quarters, soaked again

Is it tears, or maybe sweat on my skin

I can’t even tell until it dries away

I hide it deep, force a smile in place

But even pretending has its end

Custom-made from something pure

I won’t turn illusions into lore

Time won’t look back, standing still

Waiting for a sunrise

That never feels fulfilled

I chase a shape I’ll never see

Happiness keeps tripping me

Is wanting everything the same

As never getting there at all

I’m starting to doubt it all

I let my feelings hit the ground

Gather shards of what I found

Running naked through the streets

With nothing left defending me

Will the real rain ever stop

Will the morning I bet on come

If I trade this city away

What am I supposed to say

I chase a shape I’ll never see

Happiness keeps tripping me

Is wanting everything the same

As never getting there at all

I’m starting to doubt it all

Dancing on the strings of fate

Lost inside of love and hate

We repeat the same mistakes

Till they carve us deep

Footprints stain the road we walk

Clearer than the words we talk

When we turn and look behind

What do we really see

I chase a shape I’ll never see

Happiness keeps tripping me

If this is all a borrowed dawn

Why do I keep waiting on

A sunrise that won’t come