Somewhere, a child, cries out for his mother
But the language doesn't make any sense
Somewhere, a father looks out at the ocean
Wondering if there's any fishing left
Tears will rush like waterfalls
With no one there holding 'em back
Hearts will break without a warning
We're never braced for the crash
Is there a right way to cope?
Is there a cure for being alone?
And what makes a life feel like your own
When death is all that you've known?
Is this it?
Is there more than this?
Or is this it?
Is there more, is there more than this?
Life's a dream, like every fool's gold
You can't take it with you when you go
It seems to me the only land I'll own
Will be marked with my name on a headstone
Is there a right way to cope?
Is there a cure for being alone?
What makes a life feel like your own
When death is all that you've known?
Is this it?
Is there more to this?
Or is this it?
Is there more, is there more than this?
I wanna feel the earth while its beneath my feet
I wanna feel the sun washing over me
I wanna taste your skin while you're in my sheets
I wanna see the world, let the world see me
Don't kick the chair from underneath me
Don't kick the chair from underneath my feet
Do you see it?
Don't kick the chair from underneath me
Don't kick the chair from underneath my feet
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