You can't tell what's it like until the feeling arrives
because it's hard to listen and not just hear
there's lessons to be learned in some else's burns
but we'll always be here and never there
because the words were more with the melody
and the notes were more as the chords they weaved
and they don't know just how they motivate me
You can't tell what it's like until the darkness hits the brights
and you squint like little kids when their mom turns on the lights
because they don't see more than the sting
and they don't know that the morning breaks like a wave