Hindsight

These are the same things born from the last time And now it's here and its fueled, yet it's falling apart And you feel this, lord, how you know this It seems to me like the whole thing falling away And you feel it, lord, how you know it Now it's everything of the way it should be And it feels like, hair on the livestock All at the same time With my own eyes, I see inside And pushed it all away Small white lies In everything you say 'Cause I don't want it To feel this way Small white lies In everything you say What you say All of the same things died on the first time And now it's gone like the drive so taken from me And you feel this, lord, how you know this It seems to me like the whole thing runnin' away And you feel it, lord, how you know it Now it's all around and drained the life out of me And it feels like, hair on the livestock All at the same time With my own eyes, I see inside And pushed it all away Small white lies In everything you say 'Cause I don't want it To feel this way Small white lies In everything you say