On a clear day
On a clear day
On a clear day
On a clear day
[Hook]
(On a clear day) I can see for miles
(On a clear day) I can be myself
(On a clear day) I get set in my place
(On a clear day) I'm not part of this race
(On a clear day) I'm not in this alone
(On a clear day) I got freedom to roam
(On a clear day) I can sit in my place
(On a clear day) I withdraw from the race
[Verse 1]
Excuse me, but there's so much here for you to touch
And there's nothing I can do to make you give a fuck
Sometimes everything ain't enough
When the eyes retire from wearing desire's handcuffs
If I was content sitting I wouldn't need to stand up
Why am I living if I can't love?
Wanna scream at the top of my bleeding lungs
Never meant to break your trust, just wanted to wake you up
Once before I left in this personal search for clarity
Either they're scared of me or laughing hysterically
I'm just a parody of something that apparently
Was never properly prepared to bleed
Oh how do I wish that I'd never learned to cry
When your only reply is waving your hands from side-to-side
I'm lost cause I'm my own tour guide
And if I ever talked to myself I'd probably tell lies
So for now I sit in this disfigured toadstool
Showing the face of a child that only smiles cause he's told to
Sometimes they look to me for the answers and I don't know what to do
I'm usually just as confused as you, but
On a clear day
On a clear day
On a clear day
[Hook]
(On a clear day) I can see for miles
(On a clear day) I can be myself
(On a clear day) I get set in my place
(On a clear day) I'm not part of this race
(On a clear day) I'm not in this alone
(On a clear day) I got freedom to roam
(On a clear day) I can sit in my place
(On a clear day) I withdraw from the race
[Verse 1]
Excuse me, but there's so much here for you to touch
And there's nothing I can do to make you give a fuck
Sometimes everything ain't enough
When the eyes retire from wearing desire's handcuffs
If I was content sitting I wouldn't need to stand up
Why am I living if I can't love?
Wanna scream at the top of my bleeding lungs
Never meant to break your trust, just wanted to wake you up
Once before I left in this personal search for clarity
Either they're scared of me or laughing hysterically
I'm just a parody of something that apparently
Was never properly prepared to bleed
Oh how do I wish that I'd never learned to cry
When your only reply is waving your hands from side-to-side
I'm lost cause I'm my own tour guide
And if I ever talked to myself I'd probably tell lies
So for now I sit in this disfigured toadstool
Showing the face of a child that only smiles cause he's told to
Sometimes they look to me for the answers and I don't know what to do
I'm usually just as confused as you, but
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