Is there a right time for us to grieve?
Is there a better way for us to believe?
Is there a point to the tears that go by?
Is there a way to live so we never die?

When the shadows wash away
The question still remains

If I believe theres more to life than this
If I could see theres more to me than this

Would I see? Would I feel?
So I revere the memory?
Would I hear? Remember?
So I could learn the melody?
When I touch, would I feel
So I can claim whats in front of me?
When Im done, what will I become?

Is there a right time for us to know?
Is there a better way for us to let go?
Is there day time without any night?
Is there still time to put things right?

When the shadows wash away
The question still remains

If I believe theres more to life than this
If I could see theres more to me than this

Would I see? Would I feel?
So I revere the memory?
Would I hear? Remember?
So I could learn the melody?
When I touch, would I feel
So I can claim whats in front of me?
Will I know?
Why did I go?

Trying to find the answer
Trying to find the exit
Trying to bridge the chasm
Trying to find my way home

Would I see? Would I feel?
So I revere the memory?
Would I hear? Remember?
So I could learn the melody?
When I touch, would I feel
So I can claim whats in front of me?
When I'm done, what will I become?

The question still remains