All of these fathers with their bald spots
Pull to the car line dropping kids off
The sons and daughters of their parents wounds
Parents of their own

It'd make some sense, if some was made to me
Sometimes I don't see love in anything
And just when I surrender to my shadow
I snap out of it, and step into the light
I step back into the light

Sometimes my mind feels like a valley
So I take it to the bar
Fill it up like an ocean
To drown my troubles in
Just to find out what good swimmers they are

It'd make some sense, if some was made to me
Sometimes I don't see love in anything
And just when I surrender to my shadow
I snap out of it, and step into the light
I step back into the light

When my dreams feel like a rusty rail
That I slapped on a coat of paint
As the layers cracked and chipped and failed
This wretched lie is all that remains

It'd make some sense, if some was made to me
Sometimes I don't see love in anything
And just when I surrender to my shadow
I snap out of it, yeah, I snap out of it
And I step into the light
I step back into the light
I step into the light
I step back into the light

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Writer(s): Scott Avett, Seth Avett