Lyrics
You talk too much
You are talkative.
Maybe that's your way of breaking up the silence
Perhaps talking is your way of avoiding silence, even though it doesn't have the same impact when nobody is truly listening.
That fills you up but it doesn't sound the same
Silence fills you, but it lacks authenticity when there's no attentive audience.
When no one's really listening
Speaking without a genuine listener doesn't resonate the same way.
We stumble into our lives
We navigate through life.
Reach for a hand to hold
We seek companionship and support.
Any wonder we need to find
It's natural to search for a specific, reassuring certainty.
A certain something certain
We crave something definite.
Turn out the light and what are you left with
In darkness, what remains?
Open up my hands and find out they're empty
Upon examination, my hands are empty, symbolizing a lack of substance.
Press my face to the ground , I've got to find a reason
A desperate quest for purpose, pressing against the ground.
Just scratching around for something to believe in
Seeking fervently for a meaningful belief.
Something to believe in
The yearning for something profound to have faith in.
You have too much
You possess abundance.
And spending all your time collecting and discovering
Despite collecting and discovering, it's insufficient.
It's not enough and no matter how you try
Endeavors fall short, and the desired one remains elusive.
You'll never find the one you want
The sought-after fulfillment is unattainable.
We stumble into our lives
We enter life without support.
Without a hand to hold
Alone, we ponder the necessity of finding certainty.
And we wonder we need to find
The search for a specific, reassuring certainty persists.
A certain something certain
Yearning for something definite intensifies.
Cut out the light and what are you left with?
Remove the light; what remains?
Open up my hands and find out they're empty, oh
Discovering emptiness when hands are open.
Press my face to the ground, I'm gonna find a reason
Face pressed to the ground, driven by the need for a reason.
Still scratching around for something to believe in
Continuing the relentless search for a belief to hold onto.
Something to believe in
The quest for something to believe in persists.
Something I can believe in
Desire for a belief intensifies.
Something I can believe in, come on I need it
An urgent plea for something to believe in.
Something I can believe in now, come on I need it
Reiteration of the need for a belief.
Something I can believe in, come on I need it, ooh
Intense desire for something to believe in.
Something I can believe in, come on I need it, ooh, oh
Repeated emphasis on the urgent need for belief.
Right on, right now, right on, right now
An affirmation of immediacy and urgency.
I just need something to believe in
An outright declaration of the need for something to believe in.
Come on, come on, come on, come on
A call, repeatedly and urgently, for something to believe in.
Come on, come on, come on, come on
-Come on, come on, come on, come on
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