Pieces of our reasons why, often lost or stolen as we try.
Helpful beams from our flashlights are no good when it fades to white.

You come to me with your arms open but it’s only one 'cause the other’s broken.
And we talk about our thin discoveries.
It could matter if it was that times 20 or 30.
Will you take it back? Can you take it back?

Barely found the path with a light of your own.
And it’s fading fast with a lonely glow.

Will you take it back? Can you take it back?

It’s time to go. It’s all right not to know.

You come to me with your arms open but it’s only one 'cause the other’s broken.
And we talk about our thin discoveries.
It could matter if it was that times 20 or 30.