Whole - Acoustic
I'm turning off my radio
'Cause I can't stand to know
Why everything's so terrible
I'm switching off my telephone
It feels like a second home
But I'm not sure it's that comfortable
Got this world in our hands
Like a pearl in a clam
We're letting go
Why is everything so hopeless?
Everybody's lost control
I wish that I could fill this ocean-size open hole
How the hell are we still copin'
When everybody feels so broke?
I wish that I could fill this ocean-size open hole
But what do I know?
I wanna go grab a megaphone
And scream 'til my lungs are gone
Wake up the world and let them know
I can't just wait until you're older
To take the weight up off your shoulders
If it makes you cry
You're probably doin' alright
Got this world in our hands
Like a pearl in a clam
We're letting go
Why is everything so hopeless?
Everybody's lost control
I wish that I could fill this ocean-size open hole
How the hell are we still copin'
When everybody feels so broke?
I wish that I could fill this ocean-size open hole
But what the hell do I know?
But what the hell do I know?
But what the hell do I know?
But what the hell do I know?
Why is everything so hopeless?
Everybody's lost control
I wish that I could fill this ocean-size open hole
How the hell are we still copin'
When everybody feels so broke?
I wish that I could fill this ocean-size open-
'Cause I can't stand to know
Why everything's so terrible
I'm switching off my telephone
It feels like a second home
But I'm not sure it's that comfortable
Got this world in our hands
Like a pearl in a clam
We're letting go
Why is everything so hopeless?
Everybody's lost control
I wish that I could fill this ocean-size open hole
How the hell are we still copin'
When everybody feels so broke?
I wish that I could fill this ocean-size open hole
But what do I know?
I wanna go grab a megaphone
And scream 'til my lungs are gone
Wake up the world and let them know
I can't just wait until you're older
To take the weight up off your shoulders
If it makes you cry
You're probably doin' alright
Got this world in our hands
Like a pearl in a clam
We're letting go
Why is everything so hopeless?
Everybody's lost control
I wish that I could fill this ocean-size open hole
How the hell are we still copin'
When everybody feels so broke?
I wish that I could fill this ocean-size open hole
But what the hell do I know?
But what the hell do I know?
But what the hell do I know?
But what the hell do I know?
Why is everything so hopeless?
Everybody's lost control
I wish that I could fill this ocean-size open hole
How the hell are we still copin'
When everybody feels so broke?
I wish that I could fill this ocean-size open-
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Robert Wilson, Samuel Tompkins
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