Oh, some things are better left unsaid Youâll find a nice place to hide them But days like this There is just too much going on, yeah So Iâm picking up the pieces of my past But I canât find no peace at all So in other words I am so ready to be found So Iâll try and I might Stand up and fight To leave this place someday All I need is that moment To make me believe that youâre alive And then Iâll be alright, alright Paradise grown cold One hand on my door Way too high hopes I canât tell right from wrong Show me how itâs done Lord I need to be saved And then Iâll be alright, alright yeah Oh yeah, on days like these There is just too much going on So I try and I might Stand up and fight To leave this place someday All I need is this moment To make me believe that youâre alive And then Iâll be alright Paradise grown cold One hand on my door Way too high hopes I canât tell right from wrong Show me how itâs done Lord I need to be saved And then Iâll be alright And then Iâll be alright And then Iâll be alright And then Iâll be alright And then Iâll be alright, yeah