Oh, some things are better left unsaid

You'll find a nice place to hide them

But days like this

There is just too much going on, yeah

So I'm picking up the pieces of my past

But I can't find no peace at all

So in other words

I am so ready to be found

So I'll try and I might

Stand up and fight

To leave this place someday

All I need is that moment

To make me believe that you're alive

And then I'll be alright, alright

Paradise grown cold

One hand on my door

Way too high hopes

I can't tell right from wrong

Show me how it's done

Lord I need to be saved

And then I'll be alright, alright yeah

Oh yeah, on days like these

There is just too much going on

So I try and I might

Stand up and fight

To leave this place someday

All I need is this moment

To make me believe that you're alive

And then I'll be alright

Paradise grown cold

One hand on my door

Way too high hopes

I can't tell right from wrong

Show me how it's done

Lord I need to be saved

And then I'll be alright

And then I'll be alright

And then I'll be alright

And then I'll be alright

And then I'll be alright, yeah