Oh, some things are better left unsaid
Youâll find a nice place to hide them
But days like this
There is just too much going on, yeah
So Iâm picking up the pieces of my past
But I canât find no peace at all
So in other words
I am so ready to be found
So Iâll try and I might
Stand up and fight
To leave this place someday
All I need is that moment
To make me believe that youâre alive
And then Iâll be alright, alright
Paradise grown cold
One hand on my door
Way too high hopes
I canât tell right from wrong
Show me how itâs done
Lord I need to be saved
And then Iâll be alright, alright yeah
Oh yeah, on days like these
There is just too much going on
So I try and I might
Stand up and fight
To leave this place someday
All I need is this moment
To make me believe that youâre alive
And then Iâll be alright
Paradise grown cold
One hand on my door
Way too high hopes
I canât tell right from wrong
Show me how itâs done
Lord I need to be saved
And then Iâll be alright
And then Iâll be alright
And then Iâll be alright
And then Iâll be alright
And then Iâll be alright, yeah
