There's a lot of anger and jealousy out there
Disguised as outrage over just about any little thing

Irritability is the song that I hear
Blowing through the hollow halls
Sometimes it gets hard to make it thorough it all
Between the self loathing and the second guessing
you will find me giving blessings for the life I lead

But if this is what love is
It's imperfection is it's everything
and accepting this fact is the beginning of your
kind understanding

So let the transient minutes fly by
and remember of them what you will
I remain a visitor here
I'm climbing to the top of that hill
Just climbing to the top of the hill