Lyrics:
Oh, some things are better left unsaidYou'll find a nice place to hide themBut days like thisThere is just too much going on, yeahSo I'm picking up the pieces of my pastBut I can't find no peace at allSo in other wordsI am so ready to be foundSo I'll try and I mightStand up and fightTo leave this place somedayAll I need is that momentTo make me believe that you're aliveAnd then I'll be alright, alrightParadise grown coldOne hand on my doorWay too high hopesI can't tell right from wrongShow me how it's doneLord I need to be savedAnd then I'll be alright, alright yeahOh yeah, on days like theseThere is just too much going onSo I try and I mightStand up and fightTo leave this place somedayAll I need is this momentTo make me believe that you're aliveAnd then I'll be alrightParadise grown coldOne hand on my doorWay too high hopesI can't tell right from wrongShow me how it's doneLord I need to be savedAnd then I'll be alrightAnd then I'll be alrightAnd then I'll be alrightAnd then I'll be alright