stare at the sun by thrice
i sit here clutching uselessness
keys to doors that dont exist
i crack my teeth on pearls
i tear into the history
show me what it means to be
in this world, yeah in this world
cause i am due for a miracle
im waiting for a sign
ill stare straight into the sun
and i wont close my eyes
till i understand or go blind
see the parts but not the whole
studied saints and scholars both
no perfect plan unfurls
should i trust my heart or just my mind?
why is truth so hard to find
in this world? yeah in this world
i know theres a point ive missed
shrine or stone i havent kissed
scar that never graced my wrist
a mirror that hasnt met my first
but i cant help feeling like
im due for a miracle
