I can see the shadows on the wall 
Drifting as the leaves start to fall 
Unfazed by rugosity, the objects yield to gravity 
And depict the destiny of us all 
No one really knows why we die 
No one gets a break so we try 
Ignoring mortality, we worship mediocrity 
And wait to see what happens up on high 
In so many ways we live to follow the sun 
In so many ways we exalt and fail as one 
In so many ways we want so bad to be done 
In so many ways we show our pain in unison 
Something in you is busy counting the days 
Catapulting you trough the haze 
Blind to virtuosity, ignorant of your sanctity, 
Revealing you, in so many ways 
In so many ways we live to follow the sun 
In so many ways we exalt and fail as one 
In so many ways we want so bad to be done 
In so many ways we show our pain in unison