The Church Follow

I kept everything
Mornings and days paraded through space
And stripped of all their meaning, I saved everything
But this afternoon, I just ran out of room
I haven't got the foggiest

Yeah, let me get this straight
(Yeah, yeah)
If it's a matter of luck or a matter of fate
(Yeah, yeah)

I'm a tiny little flash in a damaged universe
You know what makes it better only makes it worse

Trying to find you
Try to remind you
Trying to find you

I see everything
Glitter and glamor, the bitter, the hammer
That smashes up the evening, I heard everything
Buzzes and creaks, cymbals and shrieks
I haven't got the feeling left

Wait, let me sort this out
(Yeah, yeah)
If it's a question of faith or a question of doubt
(Yeah, yeah)

You're an undiscovered wonder in a desolated place
I wonder who's representing you, handling your case

Trying to find you
Try to remind you
Trying to find you
(Yeah, yeah, trying to find you, oh, oh)