I can see the shadows on the walldrifting as the leaves start to fallunfazed by rugosity, the objects yield to gravityand depict the destiny of us allno one really knows why we dieno one gets a break so we tryignoring mortality, we worship mediocrityand wait to see what happens up on highin so many ways we live to follow the sunin so many ways we exalt and fail as onein so many ways we want so bad to be donein so many ways we show our pain in unisonunison (2x)something in you is busy counting dayscatapulting you through the hazeblind to virtuosity, ignorant of your sanctityrevealing you in so many waysin so many ways we live to follow the sunin so many ways we tend to rise and fall as onein so many ways we want so bad to be donein so many ways we show our pain in unisonunison (2x)in so many ways we live to follow the sunin so many ways we exalt and fail as onein so many ways we want so bad to be donein so many ways we show our pain in unisonunison (2x)