Break through, hoping your demons can't catch you.
So many people with a good view
if you should ever be the one to hit the ground.
There's stop signs on the wrong highway
and it's so dark, looking for answers,
but your headlights have already gone out.
You're looking for a spark.
Can April hours spring
signs of life in me?
A heart that's been buried in the ground
can't break if it's never found.
I spent so much time digging that grave.
And even if it's pain that I feel
at least I know that it's real.
I'd rather be broken than afraid.
Can April hours spring
signs of life in me?
It's a long ride, don't think it's over.
It's a fine line between disaster and a good time.
Pick up the pieces and find out who you are.
It's a cool sound you know you're hiding
for a meltdown, feeling the pressure
like a landslide - you have to figure out
why you fell apart.
Can April hours spring
signs of life in me?
A heart that's been buried in the ground
can't break if it's never found.
I spent so much time digging that grave.
And even if it's pain that I feel
at least I know that it's real.
I'd rather be broken than afraid.
Can April hours spring
signs of life in me?
Yeah, oh.
Just slow down, take it in stride, yeah.
There's no deadlines as long as you're alive, yeah.
Alive, yeah.
Alive, yeah.
Just slow down, take it in stride, yeah.
There's no deadlines as long as you're alive, yeah.
Alive, yeah.
Just slow down, take it in stride, yeah.
There's no deadlines as long as you're alive, yeah.
Alive, yeah.