Inconclusive

Someone said the sun is out
But all you see are walls of clouds
Everything's not on your back
You're just makin' it seem like that
I'll hold the door; come on through
Before too long I'll be needing you

There's always something left unsaid
Far too much going through my head
Hold hands with me, you're talkin' regret
On the contrary, what do you make of it?

Someone said the sun is out
But all you see are walls of clouds
Everything's not on your back
You're just making it seem like that
I'll hold the door; come on through
Before too long I'll be needing you
The world is a hostile place
Can't even find a peace of mind sometimes
Puppets on their master's strings
Controlling propagated times

There's always something left unsaid
Far too much going through my head
Hold hands with me, you're talkin' regret
On the contrary, what do you make of it
There are dreams I've dreamt I wish you were in
Where the Seven Deadly Sins don't exist
Hold hands with me, you're talkin' regret
On the contrary, what do you make of it?