The Good Left Undone — Rise Against

In fields where nothing grew but weeds, I found a flower at my feet, bending there in my direction. I wrapped a hand around its stem and pulled until the roots gave in, finding there what I've been missing. And I know....

So I tell myself, I tell myself, it's wrong. There's a point we pass from which we can't return. I felt the cold rain of the coming storm...

All because of you, I haven't slept in so long. When I do I dream of drowning in the ocean; longing for the shore where I can lay my head down. I'll follow your voice; all you have to do is shout it out!

Inside my hands these petals browned; dried up falling to the ground, but it was already too late now. I pushed my fingers through the earth, returned this flower to the dirt; so it could live, I walked away now. But I know...

Not a day goes by when I don't feel this burn. There's a point we pass from which we can't return. I felt the cold rain of the coming storm...

All because of you, I haven't slept in so long. When I do I dream of drowning in the ocean; longing for the shore where I can lay my head down. I'll follow your voice; all you have to do is shout it out!

All because of you. All because of you.

All because of you, I haven't slept in so long. When I do I dream of drowning in the ocean; longing for the shore where I can lay my head down. Inside these arms of yours.

All because of you I believe in angels. Not the kind with wings, no, not the kind with halos; the kind that bring you home when home becomes a strange place. I'll follow your voice; all you have to do is shout it out!