A plan is a work of art

A house built to fall apart.

You're digging for the answers

Crawl across the world to find

There are just more questions

Waiting on the other side.

But you're still here

You're bleeding but you're still here.

Phases, the motion of our lives

Ages, the rote of changes

Erases the ink before it dries on pages

It's all just phases.

We salvage the parts we can

And work on a better plan.

Always on the outside

Fingers clinging on so tight

Kicking at the window

Dreaming of a better life.

Take what you can

Just got to take what you can.

Phases, the motion of our lives

Ages, the rote of changes

Erases the ink before it dries on pages

It's all just phases.

And sometimes you feel how good it is

And low tide gives way to high tide

And hard times, we watch them come and go like crazes, it's all just phases.