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
And 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 gotta find a reason
Just scratching around
For something to believe in:
Something to believe in

You have too much
You're 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
And 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 gotta find a reason
Still scratching around
For something to believe in:
Something to believe in

("mumbling" ??)

C'mon, c'mon [repeats til end]