Born among flowers,
Live in the dirt,
we chase the good,
try to live for the better.
Live for the better.
Walking away from what was planned at first,
the edge of understanding is getting closer.
Is getting closer.
You may have felt what we believe in,
but now fun's long gone
only remain the smell,
the loss, the waiting,
the uncertainty.
"But where are you f**ing gone?"
I know you get it, I know you support it,
but I still fear that the planned collapse of it all
is just the only thing to keep disappointment gone.
Born among flowers,
Live in the dirt,
we chase the good,
try to live for the better.
Live for the better.
Walking away from what was planned at first,
the edge of understanding is getting closer.
Is getting closer.