i could hear your voice for hours like a symphony piece strings pulled up in towers and my tears run down showers but theyre not drowning me it was sweet but never sour all we had has been and gone but all we see is what has to be done hanging by a thread just like the rips in your jeans holding it together it s alright i can make it better its alright i can make it better its alright i can make it better its alright i can make it better there s a spot between your shoulders where your wings used to be but the flight was never over been collecting souvenirs but theyre not meant to keep i can put in box and folders all we had has been and gone but all we see is what has to be done hanging by a thread just like the rips in your jeans holding it together it s alright i can make it better its alright i can make it better its alright i can make it better its alright i can make it better its the darkest side of it of a faked lie is it its the darkest side of it of a faked lie is it its the darkest side of it of a faked lie is it its the darkest side of it of a faked lie is it all we had has been and gone but all we see is what has to be done hanging by a thread just like the rips in your jeans holding it together its alright i can make it better its alright i can make it better its alright i can make it better its alright i can make it better