Lately she's talking 'bout nothin'
Wearing her hair down
I think she's trying to say something
You won't look past her now...
Lately she's hating the mirror,
She said she sees her mother's eyes.
She don't look much to the future
Knows exactly what's behind
She knows exactly what's behind
She says "Lift me up and I might believe...
Open up and I might receive
If you publish every one of my symptoms
Then you'll never cure my disease."
Lately he's walking in circles
Holding his head down
I think he's leading us somewhere
You won't look past his frown
He says "Lift me up and I might believe...
Open up and I might receive
If you publish every one of my symptoms
Then you'll never cure my disease
Forget about what they say!
If they lived your life
They'd do the same.
It's not your fault he's on a plane
And from now on...it's your game
This day he might...choose right
Oh!
They say, "Lift me up and I might believe...
Open up that I might receive
If you publish every one of my symptoms
Then you'll never cure my disease
"Lift me up and I might believe.
Open up that I might receive.
If you publish every one of my symptoms
Then you'll never cure my disease."