The Hurting Time

To everything there is a purpose

To every blade of grass

And every leaf on every tree

Every living thing will surely come to pass

And what will be will be

That's when the hurting time begins

And all the things you never said

Or didn't have the strength to say

And everything you ever did

That time won't ever wash away

Fears that you've been living with

Gonna lift the chains

Tears that you've been living with

Come running down your face

Running down your face

That's when the hurting time begins

So tell me what the day brings, has it lost its thrill?

Are you still searching, hoping for that space to fill?

Everything you turn to is like a mirror on the shelf

And the only one you're blaming is yourself

Don't give me no more of that hurtin' stuff

Haven't I already paid enough

A million little deaths you've died

The times that you've been crucified

The more you've loved and lost and tried

And still could not be satisfied

When will you be satisfied?

When will you be satisfied?

Not till, not till, not today, yeah, yeah

Not till the hurting time begins

Tell it like it is, yes

Not till the hurting time begins

Hurting time, hurting time begins now

Hurting time, hurting time begins now

Hurting time, hurting time begins now

Hurting time, hurting time begins now

Hurting time, hurting time begins now

Tell it like it is

Tell it like it is

Tell it like it is

Tell it like it is

Tell it like it is

Tell it like it is

Tell it like it is

Tell it like it is