Paroles
I wait, and I wait, to make a new start
A new beginning, but it feels like the end
And it takes one to know one
And I'm really not sure
If I can put things back together like before
I tried to see the bright side, the best way I know
The more I look up, the more I feel below
I followed my convictions
It was good 'til I got bored
'Til a voice beyond the grave kept calling, "more"
I'm really trying to be there for the people I know
The more we meet up, the more I feel alone
So I look at what surrounds me and places I go
And the seeds sown in this garden start to grow
Conner Molander, Devon Portielje, Dylan Phillips, Isaac Nathan Symonds
Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN)