Oh, some things are better left unsaid You'll find a nice place to hide them But days like this There is just too much going on, yeah So I'm picking up the pieces of my past But I can't find no peace at all So in other words I am so ready to be found So I'll try and I might Stand up and fight To leave this place someday All I need is that moment To make me believe that you're alive And then I'll be alright, alright Paradise grown cold One hand on my door Way too high hopes I can't tell right from wrong Show me how it's done Lord I need to be saved And then I'll be alright, alright yeah Oh yeah, on days like these There is just too much going on So I try and I might Stand up and fight To leave this place someday All I need is this moment To make me believe that you're alive And then I'll be alright Paradise grown cold One hand on my door Way too high hopes I can't tell right from wrong Show me how it's done Lord I need to be saved And then I'll be alright And then I'll be alright And then I'll be alright And then I'll be alright And then I'll be alright, yeah