Say, can you hear

Is there a meaning to your grief?

Where there is pain

You see grace

As if sacrifice

Was meaningful end in itself

Your trial and error is error and error

Staying at the end of a hallway

Dozens of doors you never tried to open

Narrow vision, you're the scapegoat

You try to fix things that have never been broken

You're self-absorbed

Raving about your cryptic ways

Aren't willing to change

Old grudges

Hoping for your turn

All the basement stories you heard

Waiting for the world

To bend around you

Staying at the end of a hallway

Dozens of doors you never tried to open

Narrow vision, you're the scapegoat

You try to fix things that have never been broken

Waiting for the world

To bend around you

Staying at the end of a hallway

Dozens of doors you never tried to open

Narrow vision, you're the scapegoat

You try to fix things that have never been broken