On the surface, of the one we call belief.
Underneath it, well comes the only thing I've lived without.
That's why you must believe me.

God only knows why you've been running out.
'Cause so far the only thing I've figured out, was all of you.
'Cause God must really hate me
Because I know I don't deserve the things that I've been through alone.

On the surface we seem plain enough.
A little weathered by the work we do,
But underneath it you get tired of running so you settle in
and make sure life gets comfortable enough.

God only knows why you've been running out.
'Cause so far the only thing I've figured out, was all of you.
'Cause God must really hate me
Because I know I don't deserve the things that I've been through alone.

And everything that you are and everything that you were, is what makes you
And everything that you are and everything that you were, is what breaks you apart
And everything that you are and everything that you were, is what makes you
And everything that you are and everything that you were, is what breaks you apart

Underneath this face I've found myself
A little jaded by the things I've seen.
But on the surface I get tired of trying.
So I settle in and make my life more comfortable for me.

And everything that you are and everything that you were, is what makes you
And everything that you are and everything that you were, is what breaks you apart
And everything that you are and everything that you were, is what makes you
And everything that you are and everything that you were, is what breaks you apart

God only knows why you've been running out.
'Cause so far the only thing I've figured out, was all of you.
'Cause God must really hate me
Because I know I don't deserve the things that I've been through alone.