Down Here on Earth
You can pray
And you can meditate
You've got your whole entire life to wait
For what you're waiting for
Call it light
Call it love, call it hate
I bet you'll find it through the door
Whatever you're waiting for
Still it hurts
And you still have to clean the dirt
Still it might get better
Still it might get worse
Down here on earth
Where we're still working out the curse
And it might get better
And it might get worse
You can try
To build an endless bridge
Make an endless pilgrimage
Hearts are never full
Call your life
A holy syllable
A mystic interval
Hearts are never full
Still it hurts
And you still have to clean the dirt
Still it might get better
Still it might get worse
Down here on earth
Where we're still working out the curse
And it might get better
And it might get worse
There's a knocking on your wall
Coming through
Either a stranger or a friend
Same as you
Still it hurts
And you still have to clean the dirt
Still it might get better
And it might get worse
Down here on earth
Where we're still working out the curse
And it might get better
And it might get worse
There's a knocking on your wall
Coming through
Either a stranger or a friend
Same as you
And you can meditate
You've got your whole entire life to wait
For what you're waiting for
Call it light
Call it love, call it hate
I bet you'll find it through the door
Whatever you're waiting for
Still it hurts
And you still have to clean the dirt
Still it might get better
Still it might get worse
Down here on earth
Where we're still working out the curse
And it might get better
And it might get worse
You can try
To build an endless bridge
Make an endless pilgrimage
Hearts are never full
Call your life
A holy syllable
A mystic interval
Hearts are never full
Still it hurts
And you still have to clean the dirt
Still it might get better
Still it might get worse
Down here on earth
Where we're still working out the curse
And it might get better
And it might get worse
There's a knocking on your wall
Coming through
Either a stranger or a friend
Same as you
Still it hurts
And you still have to clean the dirt
Still it might get better
And it might get worse
Down here on earth
Where we're still working out the curse
And it might get better
And it might get worse
There's a knocking on your wall
Coming through
Either a stranger or a friend
Same as you
Credits
Writer(s): Reuben Torrey
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