Don't you know, there's a reason why we're here...
Such a show, but situations are never clear...
How do we find, a better future?
How do we mend, such a broken past?
Free to laugh at what I have to say...
Free to choose, there's a reason why we play...
There's a meaning, in what we have to say...
How do we find, a better future?
How do we mend, such a broken heart?
Free to start, at what I have to say...
Free to scorn, now that love has gone away...
Free to find, a better future,
Free to mend, such a broken past...
Free to laugh,
Free to laugh at what I have to say...
How do we find, a better future?
How do we mend, such a broken heart?
How do we find, a better future?
How do we mend, such a broken heart?
Sensory overload,
sensory overload...