When You're Born in the Gutter, You End Up in the Port

We're always searching for daylight (daylight)

Will we ever find what we're looking for

Bloody my fists

Against the same wall

Hoping for a different dent

Over and over again

My floor boards

Clawing in the dark for a switch

Indian summer upon us

Tried to see but thick was the haze

How can I ever get one leg up

When I was born with my two feet in the grave

When I was young

The preacher told me

I'd be found out by my sins

Bloody my fists

Against the same wall

Hoping for a different dent

Over and over again

Keep searching for daylight, searching for daylight

Keep searching for daylight, searching for daylight

Keep searching for daylight, searching for daylight

Keep searching for daylight, searching for daylight

Keep searching, keep searching

Keep searching for daylight, searching for daylight

Keep searching, keep searching

Keep searching for daylight, searching for daylight

Keep searching, keep searching

Keep searching for daylight, searching for daylight

Keep searching, keep searching

Searching for daylight

We're always searching for daylight (daylight)

Will we ever find what we're looking for