you talk too much maybe that's your way of breaking up the silence that fills you up but it doesn't sound the same when no one's really listening we stumble into our lives reach for a hand to hold any wonder we need to find a certain something certain turn out the light and what are you left with open up my hands and find out they're empty press my face to the ground i've got to find a reason just scratching around for something to believe in you have too much and spending all your time collecting and discovering it's not enough and no matter how you try you never find the one you want we stumble into our lives without a hand to hold any wonder we need to find a certain something certain turn out the light and what are you left with open up my hands and find out they're empty press my face to the ground i've got to find a reason still scratching around for something to believe in something to believe in