Rachel Platten Overwhelmed
We make patterns out of stars
And we whisper little prayers
To be somewhere that we're not
And if we're good, it will take us there
Then the light comes through the dark
And our questions fall apart
Just the beating of our hearts
And the still of the midnight air
And I get so overwhelmed
'Til it's hard to tell what I'm thinking
We get down, down, down
We feel sorry for ourselves
We get down, down, down
We all need somebody's help
Let's get loud, loud, loud
'Til there's love and nothing else
The more that we give, the more that comes back around
So we hide away our hurts
And put band aids on our fears
And we lie to all our friends
Move along, there's no problems here
But then the orchestra will start
And the violins appear
And a simple little melody
Has us fighting tears
And I get so overwhelmed
'Til it's hard to tell what I'm thinking
We get down, down, down
We feel sorry for ourselves
We get down, down, down
We all need somebody's help
Let's get loud, loud, loud
'Til there's love and nothing else
'Cause the more that we give, the more that comes back around
Oh, the more that we give, the more that comes back around
Oh, and the hardest part is the way things are
And how quickly fingers will bleed
And the grace we need is not in magazines
Just the space in between when we breathe
I'm down, down, down
I feel so sorry for myself
I get down, down, down
And I need somebody's help
Let's get loud, loud, loud
'Til there's love and nothing else
'Cause the more that we give, the more that comes back
Down, down, down
We feel so sorry for ourselves
We're down, down, down
We all need somebody's help
Let's get loud, loud, loud
'Til there's love and nothing else
'Cause the more that we give, the more that comes back around
Oh, the more that we give, the more that comes back around
Oh, the more that we give, the more that comes back around
