Well moving on, that’s never been the problem
Its what’s left behind and the million tiny pieces
That we’re left to try to build something new from
And that could take forever
So let’s go out and we’ll try to live up our weekends
You can have yours; I’ll do my best to go get mine
I might need a little help come Sunday
Just to feel like something I knew hasn’t disappeared
You might find something along the way
And you might find yourself along the way
Yeh you mind find something that can never wash away
You might find something..
While we're asking ourselves is this what it all came down to?
Will I know for sure? Will my day look brighter tomorrow?
And we’re asking ourselves what happens to us
Our bodies too different to stay the same