I can see the shadows on the wall

Drifting as the leaves start to fall

Unfazed by rugosity, the objects yield to gravity

And depict the destiny of us all

No one really knows why we die

No one gets a break so we try

Ignoring mortality, we worship mediocrity



And wait to see what happens up on high

In so many ways we live to follow the sun

In so many ways we exalt and fail as one

In so many ways we want so bad to be done

In so many ways we show our pain in unison

Something in you is busy counting the days



Catapulting you trough the haze

Blind to virtuosity, ignorant of your sanctity,

Revealing you, in so many ways

In so many ways we live to follow the sun

In so many ways we exalt and fail as one

In so many ways we want so bad to be done

In so many ways we show our pain in unison