| I’ll take my time and move on from all of this | 
| It’s all about the rolling waves | 
| You leave me cold | 
| I’m wandering and positive | 
| So what if I don’t want to wait | 
| They’re not tying me off right now | 
| And though it doesn’t make sense | 
| I lost all feeling inside my mouth | 
| And I can’t handle my hands | 
| You cover the ground | 
| To everyone else it seems like nothing is sound | 
| But tell you just how far you’ll run | 
| So, keep on looking up | 
| You’ll find the courage to paint a world that burns like hell | 
| Not for allure, but mostly for yourself | 
| 'Cause you needed escape in a dark kind of way | 
| It’s a sentiment you’ll never get used to | 
| And I don’t want to hear it | 
| I’ve seen soul in the nerves of every feeling you fought | 
| And maybe it’s enough to move us on | 
| From where we started off | 
| You cough up blood, but stand up to anyone | 
| But never do it out of rage | 
| Just build your home and surround it with everyone | 
| Who always seem to feel your pain | 
| If I’m finally at my doubts | 
| I take a look at my friends | 
| Don’t make a ceiling inside your clouds | 
| Just let them grow with your plans | 
| And that’s the way it ought to stay | 
| You’ll find the courage to paint a world that burns like hell | 
| Not for allure, but mostly for yourself | 
| 'Cause you needed escape in a dark kind of way | 
| It’s a sentiment you’ll never get used to | 
| And I don’t want to hear it | 
| I’ve seen soul in the nerves of every feeling you fought | 
| And maybe it’s enough to move us on | 
| From where we started off | 
| I see the side of things that won’t show up | 
| I’m not involved in that | 
| I see that art is making something loud | 
| When it’s silent out I yell | 
| And this is in my head | 
| I don’t need a writer to tell me how I breathe | 
| This is the war to end all wars | 
| 'Cause some say | 
| You’ll find the courage to paint a world that burns like hell | 
| Not for allure, but mostly for yourself | 
| 'Cause you needed escape in a dark kind of way | 
| It’s a sentiment you’ll never get used to | 
| And I don’t want to hear it | 
| I’ve seen soul in the nerves of every feeling you fought | 
| And maybe it’s enough to move us on | 
| From where we started off |