Johnson, Shanks, Aronoff)

How many times have I said to myself

This means nothing to me

What doesn't kill only makes me stronger

So comforting to believe

But in these strange days I find

That I'm a ghost in my own life

Can you forgive these blood-stained hands

And trust the scars have healed out of sight

Where was I to know

You were running out of reasons

Afraid to just let go

We were crashing into pieces

But where was I, where was I to know

And I'm so tired of feeling sick and tired

Shattered to my very soul

A dying light in a coal black sky

I'm too young to feel so old

With hungry voices we stand in a circle

Chalked upon the floor

We're waiting for grace is it all in vain

Or do we count the ways once more

Where was I to know

You were running out of reasons

Afraid to just let go

We were crashing into pieces

But where was I to know

I'm humbled by your patience

In time the spirit grows

Will bring me to your garden

But where was I, where was I to know