So these tears keep falling
I'm drowning in my very own misery.
I'm sinking can't you see?
Standing neck deep in your ridicule.
It's time for one of us,
to stand up for what we said we would.
You're not one of us, of us.
Breathing deeply,
the saints and the sinners will see the same white light,
and we do not need to be shy that's right,
on the best day of our lives.
Now it's time for both of us,
to stand up for what we said we would.
You're not one of us, of us.
And I will get through this,
just wait for tomorrow.
Just wait for the sunrise.
We should not be shy,
on the best day of our lives.
So what are we good for now?
What are we good for then?
Well I stood there,
not laughing, what could be, never happens.
Why wait here and listen to the sounds that remain in question.