Sense in the Madness

[Chorus] Searching for some sense in the madness

Waiting for a shift in the sadness

Counting all the stains on my shirt

Walking through the garden of hurt

Digging for a piece of the bone

Crying in a crowd all alone

Fighting till the water runs dry

Never looking up at the sky

[Verse 1] Walking through the wet grass

Treading lightly past the shards of broken glass

Cold air hitting my bare chest

Staring at the clouds because I really need to rest

[Pre-Chorus] Broken locks and empty jars

Looking for the magic in the falling stars

Open windows and the shut doors

Wondering if the hollow life is mine or yours

[Chorus] Searching for some sense in the madness

Waiting for a shift in the sadness

Counting all the stains on my shirt

Walking through the garden of hurt

Digging for a piece of the bone

Crying in a crowd all alone

Fighting till the water runs dry

Never looking up at the sky

[Post-Chorus] Finding my own way

Saving my own day

Better off this way

Harder just to stay

[Verse 2] Stained wood and a torn rug

Lately I just really miss a warm hug

Silver screen and the blue tint

Looking for the treasure or a tiny little hint

[Pre-Chorus] Heavy boots and tired feet

Trying not to trip upon the middle of the street

Rusty nails and a frayed wire

Waiting for a spark to start a different kind of fire

[Chorus] Searching for some sense in the madness

Waiting for a shift in the sadness

Counting all the stains on my shirt

Walking through the garden of hurt

Digging for a piece of the bone

Crying in a crowd all alone

Fighting till the water runs dry

Never looking up at the sky

[Post-Chorus] Finding my own way

Saving my own day

Better off this way

Harder just to stay

[Bridge] Tell me that the truth is real

Tell me that it's okay to feel

Tell me that the wound will heal

Break the cycle like a spinning wheel

Lost in the rhythm of the train

Wash away the wreckage of the rain

Maybe there is pleasure in the pain

Nothing left to lose or to gain

[Chorus] Searching for some sense in the madness

Waiting for a shift in the sadness

Counting all the stains on my shirt

Walking through the garden of hurt

Digging for a piece of the bone

Crying in a crowd all alone

Fighting till the water runs dry

Never looking up at the sky