A lot of little things leave me uncertain
On a day like this I could fall
Into a dark world of confusion
To where my confidence fails
I see things for the first time
The second time around
What's wrong with the picture?
I feel things for the first time
The second time around
Re-paint the picture
It's the little things I came to rely on
I nearly have it, cut in the mold
The pattern fades but it's never broken
The repetition's stranglehold
I see things for the first time
The second time around
A crystal ball could re-paint the picture
Baby I feel things for the first time
The second time around
A crystal ball could re-paint the picture
Empty arms that try to reach out
To someone up a cloud and we still hope
On a day like this I could fall
Into a dark world of confusion
To where my confidence fails
I see things for the first time
The second time around
What's wrong with the picture?
I feel things for the first time
The second time around
Re-paint the picture
It's the little things I came to rely on
I nearly have it, cut in the mold
The pattern fades but it's never broken
The repetition's stranglehold
I see things for the first time
The second time around
A crystal ball could re-paint the picture
Baby I feel things for the first time
The second time around
A crystal ball could re-paint the picture
Empty arms that try to reach out
To someone up a cloud and we still hope
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