[ Featuring King Whale ]
Can you remember when hours got turned into days
Days turned into years that somehow took our breath away
It feels so unnatural, not having something to say
When hope evaporated and now currency has changed
Now we're waking from our fevered dream
To realize that things are not as bad as they once seemed
It's hard to keep it goin' when the pain feels like it's everlastin'
I used to call these things to mind, but now they're calls to action
A mustard seed of faith can turn into the main attraction
Look what happens when you mix a chord progression with a splash of passion
The things we hold dear have never been made so clear
When you think about what you were striving for and realize it was always near
Took every moment of stress as another moment to just reflect
Finding diamonds within the coal no matter how hard that it gets, for real
If I'm honest, I might not be willing to name all the things that I lost
If I'm honest, I might not be facing my shame or counting the actual cost
I see the light breaking through, dreams about normal finally coming true
Thank God, thank me, thank you
Oh baby we're back! Thank God we're back
From that collective heart attack, thank God we're back
To sights and sounds of friends and crowds
We're back, Thank God we're back
You and me here finally, thank God we're back
Uh-huh, the things we learned the hardest way to make it through our darkest days
Tried to keep our chin up when the dawn just seemed so far away
Washed our hands of bitter words that sometimes we might start to say
But showin' love is the best weapon when we gotta target pain
'Cause now we're back, and when it happens like that
You gotta thank God, gotta thank everything you know you couldn't lack
This ain't no cap, don't need a welcome mat with how we layin' out facts
Kinda feels like a wake-up slap, and I'm usually not one for talkin' smack
I saw things I'd rather not, I said my prayers
But somehow things hit different when it feels like no one cares
It's not the intensity that breaks your soul
It's the constant dripping that won't stop - it's making us grow old
Ironic t-shirts read "keep calm and carry on"
Is this imagination, or could it finally be dawn
If I'm honest, I might not be willing to name all the things that I lost
If I'm honest, I might not be facing my shame or counting the actual cost
I see the light breaking through, dreams about normal finally coming true
Thank God, thank me, thank you
Oh baby we're back! Thank God we're back
From that collective heart attack, thank God we're back
To sights and sounds of friends and crowds
We're back, Thank God we're back
You and me here finally, thank God we're back
Thank God we're back
You and me here in finally, thank God we're back
