All through a life and through the lives that came before
the ties that bind to blind of those that came before
i'm looking back and in looking back i hope to get beyond
and start to mend all those days that they left undine
but in my veins a trace remains
and to want in the face of need it just seems so obscene
but that's all that's left and that's all that they've left to have
and then they point to themselves and say, "i look like you"
it hurts to hear and so it must be true
but in my veins a trace remains
but i think its going to be alright
i think its going to be o.k.
i'll think of those that came before
and together we will mark these days.