Mm,

oh.

Live

an-

oth-

er

day,

climb

a

lit-

tle

high-

er.

Find

an-

oth-

er

reas-

on

to

stay.

Ash-

es

in

your

hands,

mer-

cy

in

your

eyes.

If

you're

search-

ing

for

a

sil-

ent

sky

you

won't

find

it

here.

Look

an-

oth-

er

way.

You

won't

find

it

here,

so

die

an-

oth-

er

day.

The

cold-

ness

of

his

words,

the

mes-

sage

in

his

si-

lence.

Ah,

face

the

cand-

le

to

the

wind.

This

dist-

ance

in

my

voice

is-

n't

leav-

ing

you

a

choice,

so

if

you'-

re

look-

ing

for

a

time

to

run

a-

way,

you

won't

find

it

here.

Look

an-

oth-

er

way.

You

won't

find

it

here,

so

try

an-

oth-

er

day.

They

took

pict-

ures

of

our

dreams,

ran

to

hide

be-

hind

the

stairs,

and

said,

"May-

be

when

it's

right

for

you,

they'll

fall."

But

if

they

don't

come

down,

re-

sist

the

need

to

pull

them

in

and

throw

them

a-

way.

Bet-

ter

to

save

the

myst-

'ry

ah,

than

sur-

rend-

er

to

the

sec-

ret.

Whoa!

You

won't

find

it

here.

Look

an-

oth-

er

way.

You

won't

find

it

here,

so

try

an-

oth-

er

day.