When You’re Born in the Gutter, You End Up in the Port
We're always searching for daylight (daylight)
Will we ever find what we're looking for
Bloody my fists
Against the same wall
Hoping for a different dent
Over and over again
My floor boards
Clawing in the dark for a switch
Indian summer upon us
Tried to see but thick was the haze
How can I ever get one leg up
When I was born with my two feet in the grave
When I was young
The preacher told me
I'd be found out by my sins
Bloody my fists
Against the same wall
Hoping for a different dent
Over and over again
Keep searching for daylight, searching for daylight
Keep searching for daylight, searching for daylight
Keep searching for daylight, searching for daylight
Keep searching for daylight, searching for daylight
Keep searching, keep searching
Keep searching for daylight, searching for daylight
Keep searching, keep searching
Keep searching for daylight, searching for daylight
Keep searching, keep searching
Keep searching for daylight, searching for daylight
Keep searching, keep searching
Searching for daylight
We're always searching for daylight (daylight)
Will we ever find what we're looking for