You talk too much
Maybe that's your way of breaking up the silence
That fills you up but it doesn't sound the same
When no one's really listening

We stumble into our lives
Reach for a hand to hold
Any wonder we need to find
A certain something certain

Turn out the light and what are you left with
Open up my hands and find out they're empty
Press my face to the ground , I've got to find a reason
Just scratching around for something to believe in
Something to believe in

You have too much
And spending all your time collecting and discovering
It's not enough and no matter how you try
You'll never find the one you want

We stumble into our lives
Without a hand to hold
And we wonder we need to find
A certain something certain

Cut out the light and what are you left with?
Open up my hands and find out they're empty, oh
Press my face to the ground, I'm gonna find a reason
Still scratching around for something to believe in
Something to believe in

Something I can believe in
Something I can believe in, come on I need it
Something I can believe in now, come on I need it
Something I can believe in, come on I need it, ooh
Something I can believe in, come on I need it, ooh, oh

Right on, right now, right on, right now
I just need something to believe in

Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): KIM OLIVER, MATTHEW HALES