You talk too much

Or maybe that's your way

Of breaking up the sounds 

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

And any wonder

We need to find

A certain something

Turn out the light and what are you left with?

Open up my hands and find that they're empty

Press my face to the ground

I've gotta find a reason

Just scratching around

For something to believe in

You have too much

You're spending all your time

Collecting and discovering

It's not enough

And no matter how you try

You never find the one you want

-Something to believe in