Texty: The Thorns. Among The Living.

Among the living you'll find the dying
Waiting softly to pass on
Why can't a love be like a spirit
As it floats up to the sky

With the giving there is taking
Neither one feels like it's right
And since your heart can't tell the difference
You give up without a fight

Because you know it makes you cry
'Cause you can see what's passed you by
Because you feel you can't decide
Among the living

Instead of headstrong into darkness
We should be drifting into light
It's been a long time we've been searching
And we still can't get it right

Because you know it makes you cry
'Cause you can see what's passed you by
Because you feel you can't decide
Among the living, breathing painted shells
Crumbling as they fall

Because you know it makes you cry
'Cause you can see what's passed you by
Because you feel you can't decide
Among the living, among the living, among the living

Because you know it makes you cry
'Cause you can see what's passed you by
Because you feel you can't decide
Among the living