I sit here clutching useless lists, keys for doors that don't exist. I crack my teeth on pearls,
I tear into the history... Show me what it means to me in this world, yeah, in this world.

'Cause I am due for a miracle
I'm waiting for a sign
I'll stare straight into the sun
And I won't close my eyes
Till I understand or go blind

I see the parts but not the whole, I study saints and scholars both. No perfect plan unfurls.
Do I trust my heart or just my mind? Why is truth so hard to find in this world, yeah in this world.