Take what you've got,
Take comfort in that everything you know,
Or seen will soon be a nonexistent dot.
Who'll save the world that claims there is no saving?
An illusion or delusion of grandeur.
Half of what I say is bliss,
The other half is meaningless:
Comefortable lines.
Waiting for the clock to heal us.
Lost and found,
But never touched.
Another beating heart is lost:
Interesting lies.
Waiting for the clock to heal us.
Alone in our rooms,
Miserable,
A tornado or an owl,
Come back and isolate the balance.
Nothing is real;
Your heart on your sleeve,
Just another lie,
Transcend the pride,
Oh the chemicals.
Half of what I say is bliss,
The other half is meaningless:
Comefortable lines.
Waiting for the clock to heal us.
Lost and found,
But never touched.
Another beating heart is lost:
Interesting lies.
Waiting for the clock to heal us.
Take your time,
Nothingness is something and something is nothing.
Half of what I say is bliss,
The other half is meaningless:
Comefortable lines.
Waiting for the clock to heal us.
Lost and found,
But never touched.
Another beating heart is lost:
Interesting lies.
Waiting for the clock to heal us.
Yeah, ohhh
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Take what you've got,
Take comfort in that everything you know,
Or seen will soon be a nonexistent dot.
Who'll save the world that claims there is no saving?
An illusion or delusion of grandeur.
Half of what I say is bliss,
The other half is meaningless:
Comefortable lines.
Waiting for the clock to heal us.
Lost and found,
But never touched.
Another beating heart is lost:
Interesting lies.
Waiting for the clock to heal us.
Alone in our rooms,
Miserable,
A tornado or an owl,
Come back and isolate the balance.
Nothing is real;
Your heart on your sleeve,
Just another lie,
Transcend the pride,
Oh the chemicals.
Half of what I say is bliss,
The other half is meaningless:
Comefortable lines.
Waiting for the clock to heal us.
Lost and found,
But never touched.
Another beating heart is lost:
Interesting lies.
Waiting for the clock to heal us.
Take your time,
Nothingness is something and something is nothing.
Half of what I say is bliss,
The other half is meaningless:
Comefortable lines.
Waiting for the clock to heal us.
Lost and found,
But never touched.
Another beating heart is lost:
Interesting lies.
Waiting for the clock to heal us.
Yeah, ohhh
Take comfort in that everything you know,
Or seen will soon be a nonexistent dot.
Who'll save the world that claims there is no saving?
An illusion or delusion of grandeur.
Half of what I say is bliss,
The other half is meaningless:
Comefortable lines.
Waiting for the clock to heal us.
Lost and found,
But never touched.
Another beating heart is lost:
Interesting lies.
Waiting for the clock to heal us.
Alone in our rooms,
Miserable,
A tornado or an owl,
Come back and isolate the balance.
Nothing is real;
Your heart on your sleeve,
Just another lie,
Transcend the pride,
Oh the chemicals.
Half of what I say is bliss,
The other half is meaningless:
Comefortable lines.
Waiting for the clock to heal us.
Lost and found,
But never touched.
Another beating heart is lost:
Interesting lies.
Waiting for the clock to heal us.
Take your time,
Nothingness is something and something is nothing.
Half of what I say is bliss,
The other half is meaningless:
Comefortable lines.
Waiting for the clock to heal us.
Lost and found,
But never touched.
Another beating heart is lost:
Interesting lies.
Waiting for the clock to heal us.
Yeah, ohhh
Writer: MARK THOMAS KLUEPFEL
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.