I hear stories
And some aren't pretty
Planting the seeds
That grow into weeds
Crowded my heart wants
To breathe

This troubled mind
Finds a way
To search long and hard
All the night and day
Still it's pushing me

The finer glories
Like sirens call me
And damned in between
I'm worried again
Will I not sleep till the grave

This troubled mind finds a way
To search long and hard
All the night and day
Still it's pushing me

Ooh it's maddening
These hands that have me
As soon as I'm free
I'm going to rip out the weeds
Crowded my heart's going
To breathe

This troubled mind finds a way
To search long and hard
All the night and day