I can see the shadows on the wall

drifting as the leaves start to fall

unfazed by rugosity, the objects yield to gravity

and depict the destiny of us all



no one really knows why we die

no one gets a break so we try

ignoring mortality, we worship mediocrity

and wait to see what happens up on high



in so many ways we live to follow the sun

in so many ways we exalt and fail as one

in so many ways we want so bad to be done

in so many ways we show our pain in unison

unison (2x)



something in you is busy counting days

catapulting you through the haze

blind to virtuosity, ignorant of your sanctity

revealing you in so many ways



in so many ways we live to follow the sun

in so many ways we tend to rise and fall as one

in so many ways we want so bad to be done

in so many ways we show our pain in unison

unison (2x)



in so many ways we live to follow the sun

in so many ways we exalt and fail as one

in so many ways we want so bad to be done

in so many ways we show our pain in unison

unison (2x