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