A plan is a work of art
A house built to fall apart
You're digging for the answers
Crawl across the world to find
There are just more questions
Waiting on the other side
But you're still here
You're bleeding, but you're still here
Phases, the motion of our lives
Ages, the rote of changes
Erases the ink before it dries on pages
It's all just phases
We salvage the parts we can
And work on a better plan
Always on the outside
Fingers clinging on so tight
Kicking at the window
Dreaming of a better life
Take what you can
Just got to take what you can
Phases, the motion of our lives
Ages, the rote of changes
Erases the ink before it dries on pages
It's all just phases
And sometimes you feel how good it is
And low tide gives way to high tide
And hard times, we watch them come and go
Like crazes, it's all just phases