I was shaking, couldn't make it through a dark hall
I never knew the bell ringing was the last call
If I could wake up without feeling like running away from everything that's crumbling and coming down on our head to bury us all

Those days are over now and out of the fold
Searching for solid ground but can't find the stone
Those days are over but flowers still grow
Searching for solid ground a place to call home a place to call home

A piece of my mind hidden here in each line
Every time there may never be a next time
If I could wake up without feeling like running away from everything that's crumbling and coming down on our head to bury us all

Those days are over now and out of the fold
Searching for solid ground but can't find the stone
Those days are over but flowers still grow
Searching for solid ground a place to call home a place to call home

There's a light that we follow
It defines who we are
There's a place that we carry our weight for the taste that is fleeting and gone

Those days are over now and out of the fold
Searching for solid ground but can't find the stone
Those days are over but flowers still grow
Searching for solid ground a place to call home a place to call home