When I Hear The Laughter
The Soul Rises Up Again
In A Dream I Wonder
Before I Could Never Feel

And I Swear It Wont Be The Same This Time

Far Away From Angry
I'm Taking It All With Me
Well I Trouble With It Later
The Soul Is Ready To Leave

And I Tried To Take It All The Way
I'm Going Home Again

I Cant Endure This Habit
Of Letting It Slip Away
I Need To Find An Anchor
To Keep Me Grounded

Well All I See Are Habits
The Fingers They Wrap Around
Well They're In A Perfect Order
The Labels Facing Out