if i could wipe the grime away
i'd leave the rest just the same
i'd find a way to skew what's left
to make it seem it's for the best
could never, could never see
(the seams that needed stitching)
could never, could never see
(there's something that's been missing)
we march in step, walk straight in line
we march in step, our hands are tied
was there a sieve they could trickle through
and out the other side they'd be someone new
was there a sieve they could trickle through
they could drip and drip, few by few
and i've been wishing it ever since
that i could be the one convinced
that it wouldn't just repeat itself
don't want their lot in life
how do you expect us not to blame ourselves
was there nothing else, was there nothing else
that it wouldn't just repeat itself
don't want their lot in life
how do you expect us not to blame ourselves
was there nothing else, was there nothing else
and all the echoes in my head
they keep me from believing again
they ripple back and forth
preventing me from ever wanting more
a broken home splintered in four that day
i spoke alone when i thought that we'd be okay