I saw red and yellow flowers outside
The brightest sunrise than i seen in a long time.

And through it all,
I stood and stumbled, waded through my thoughts and heart
Yeah through it all,
I fooled and fumbled, lost to the poet's frown.
I fought the wolves of patience just to let it lie down.

See these waters they'll pull you up,
Oh if you're bolder than the darkness.
That these songs be an [bad word] to cut,
Spaces between the happiness and the hardness.

Out the door,
The touch of morning, the burning of the frost
Out the door
Strong hands to hold; good friends that i never lost.

And what we found 
Down these coves of limestone and [bad word] shells,
What we found
Down these roads that wander as lost as the heart,
Is a chance to breathe again, a chance for a fresh start. 

See these waters they'll pull you up,
Oh if you're bolder than the darkness.
That these songs be an [bad word] to cut,
Spaces between the happiness and the hardness.
Oh, spaces between the happiness and the hardness.