I can see the shadows on the wall / Drifting as the leaves start
to fall / Unfazed by rugosity, the objects yield to gravity / And
depict the destiny of us all

No one really knows why we die / No one gets a break so we
try / Ignoring mortality, we worship mediocrity / And wait to
see what happens up on high

In so many ways we live to follow the sun / In so many ways
we exalt and fail as one / In so many ways we want so bad to
be done / In so many ways we show our pain in unison

Something in you is busy counting days / Catapulting you
through the haze / Blind to virtuosity, ignorant of your sanctity,
/ Revealing you, in so many ways

In so many ways we live to follow the sun / In so many ways
we tend to rise and fall as one / In so many ways we want so
bad to be done / In so many ways we show our pain in unison