We make patterns out of stars
And we whisper little prayers
To be somewhere that we're not
And if we're good, it will take us there

But, then, the light comes through the dark
And our questions fall apart
It's just the beating of our hearts
And the still of the midnight air

And I get so overwhelmed
Till it's hard to tell what I'm thinking

We get down, down, down
We feel sorry for ourselves
We get down, down, down
We all need somebody's help
Let's get loud, loud, loud till there's love and nothing else
The more that we give, the more that comes back around

So we hide away our hurts
And put band-AIDS on our fears
And we lie to all our friends
Move along, there's no problems here
But then the orchestra will start
And the violins appear
And a simple little melody has us fighting tears

And I get so overwhelmed
Till it's hard to tell what I'm thinking

We get down, down, down
We feel sorry for ourselves
We get down, down, down
We all need somebody's help
Let's get loud, loud, loud, till there's love and nothing else
'Cause the more that we give, the more that comes back around
Oh, the more that we give, the more that comes back around

Oh, and the hardest part is the way things are
And how quickly fingers will bleed
And the grace we need's not in magazines
It's just space, in between, when we breathe

I am down, down, down, I feel sorry for myself
I am down, down, down, and I need somebody's help
Let's get loud, loud, loud, till there's love and nothing else
'Cause the more that we give, the more that comes back

Down, down, down
We feel so sorry for ourselves
We're down, down, down
We all need somebody's help
Let's get loud, loud, loud, till there's love and nothing else
'Cause the more that we give, the more that comes back around
Oh, the more that we give, the more that comes back around
Oh, the more that we give, the more that comes back around