Oh, some things are better left unsaid 
You'll find a nice place to hide them 
But days like this 
There is just too much going on, yeah 

So I'm picking up the pieces of my past 
But I can't find no peace at all 
So in other words 
I am so ready to be found 

So I'll try and I might 
Stand up and fight 
To leave this place someday 
All I need is that moment 
To make me believe that you're alive 
And then I'll be alright, alright 

Paradise grown cold 
One hand on my door 
Way too high hopes 
I can't tell right from wrong 
Show me how it's done 
Lord I need to be saved 
And then I'll be alright, alright yeah 

Oh yeah, on days like these 
There is just too much going on 
So I try and I might 
Stand up and fight 
To leave this place someday 
All I need is this moment 
To make me believe that you're alive 
And then I'll be alright 

Paradise grown cold 
One hand on my door 
Way too high hopes 
I can't tell right from wrong 
Show me how it's done 
Lord I need to be saved 
And then I'll be alright 
And then I'll be alright 
And then I'll be alright 
And then I'll be alright 
And then I'll be alright, yeah