All of these fathers with their bald spots
Pull to the car line dropping kids off
The sons and daughters of their parents wounds
Parents of their own
It’d make some sense if some were made to me
Sometimes I don’t see love in anything
And just when I surrender to my shadow
I snap out of it, and step into the light
I step back into the light
Sometimes my mind feels like a valley
So I take it to the bar
Fill it up like an ocean
To drown my troubles in
Just to find out what good swimmers they are
It’d make some sense if some were made to me
Sometimes I don’t see love in anything
And just when I surrender to my shadow
I snap out of it, and step into the light
I step back into the light
When my dreams feel like a rusty rail
That I slapped on a coat of paint
As the layer cracked and chipped and failed
This wretched lie is all that remains
It’d make some sense if some were made to me
Sometimes I don’t see love in anything
And just when I surrender to my shadow
I snap out of it, and step into the light
I step back into the light
I step into the light
I step back into the light