You talk too much.
Maybe that´s your way
Of breaking up the silence
That fills you up.
But it doesn´t sound the same
When no one´s really listening

We stumble into our lives:
Reach for a hand to hold.
And any wonder
We need to find
A certain something, certain.

Turn out the light
And what are you left with?
Open up my hands
And find out they´re empty.
Press my face to the ground
I´ve gotta find a reason.
Just scratching around
For something to believe in:
Something to believe in.

You have too much.
You´re spending all your time
Collecting and discovering
It´s not enough.
And no matter how you try,
You never find the one you want.

We stumble into our lives:
Without a hand to hold.
And any wonder
We need to find
A certain something, certain.

Turn out the light
And what are you left with?
Open up my hands
And find out they´re empty.
Press my face to the ground
I´ve gotta find a reason.
Still scratching around
For something to believe in:
Something to believe in.

("mumbling"??)

C´mon, c´mon