Resurface

On the surface, of the one we call belief.
Underneath it, well comes the only thing I've lived without.
That's why you must believe me.

God only knows why you've been running out.
'Cause so far the only thing I've figured out, was all of you.
'Cause God must really hate me because I know I don't deserve the things that I've been through alone.

On the surface we seem plain enough.
A little weathered by the work we do, but underneath it you get tired of running so you settle in and make sure life gets comfortable enough.

And everything that you are and everything that you were, is what makes you.
And everything that you are and everything that you were is what breaks you apart.
And everything that you are and everything that you were is what makes you.
And everything that you are and everything that you were is what breaks you apart.

Underneath this face I've found myself a little jaded by the things I've seen.
But on the surface I get tired of trying.
So I settle in and make my life more comfortable for me.

And everything that you are and everything that you were, is what makes you...is what breaks you apart.

God only knows why you've been running out.
'Cause so far the only thing I've figured out, was all of you.
'Cause God must really hate me because I know I don't, I don't...and God only knows.