Words [bad word] like they used to 
But I’ve got to write it all down 
I’ve got to remember 
What it felt like to be 

Desperate 
Anything but prodigal 
Hopeless 
And unaccounted for 

Black clouds, storming over me 
Regression, regression, regression 
Black clouds, storming over me 
Regression, regression, repeat 

Will I have no songs left to sing? 
Will I have no songs left to sing? 

We only exist in what we create 
So I’ll bull through the barriers 
Screaming, “I’m still here” 

Though I can see you 
Still, I know I’ve wandered 
Hold me still 
‘Cause I can’t keep from shaking every time I think about where it is that we came from 
Keep us 
Guide us 
Until the end of time 

’Til the end of time 
And I won’t wait for this to be over 
Mend it together 
Keep us [bad word]