A savior doesn’t visit, miracles don’t appear
The minute hand ticks slower and the hour hand don’t move
When you can’t dream the future and you have something to prove

If you need an explosion to clean out all the pain
Clouds just swell in silence while you’re waiting for the rain
The phone looks like a cobra on the table by the bed
Even if your savior called, everything’s been said

Your nerves grow through your swollen soul like racing evil vines
You read her goodbye letter and try to see between the lines
Praying to be sleeping when the house burns to the ground
But hoping on the other hand that somehow you’ll be found

People try to be a friend and come by for a talk
But when they start the speech the words just break in two like chalk
Waiting for the sweat that pours out when the fever breaks
Wishing you could take back every one of your mistakes

Do you find a fix
Do you give up on everything
And sit and take your licks
Do the lonely and the broken ones
Keep waiting for it all
Or do they just lay down
And accept the bitter fall

But then some tiny magic starts to grow and warm your veins
That mystery of life that somehow keeps you kind of sane
A daydream starts to grow that hasn’t been there in a while
The kids are in the backyard and it makes you start to smile

The savior rushes in and grabs you hard and holds you strong
Not the one you wait for, one that’s been there all along
The daydream doesn’t end, instead your smile turns to a laugh
As the young ones teach you once again to be the better half

So you suck the poison from your blood and kick the bastard out
And walk out in the sunlight into what it’s all about

You can’t find a fix
You can’t give up on anything
Especially when you’re sick
If you’re a lonely or a broken one
Keep giving it your all
So when you finally lay down