To Know What's Real
It's easy to get lost
Swimming through the currents of absolutes, of us and them
Now a history of vanity is all that we have left
And it's [...] there is
We were born for [...] be all there is
I've [...] the image of what we will grow to be [...] [...] Or hold [...] We were born for so much more than [...] I've seen hope [...] of what we will grow to be
We hold our [...] earned us the right to be saved
But [...] is simply [...] find this burden [...] in the almighty sea of despair [...] first chance I get [...] [...] comfort you
I will comfort you
I will comfort you
Then I promise you this
I will jump ship the first chance I get
Then I promise you this
I will jump ship the first chance I get