third eye blind
all these things
My mom recovered alcoholic In the opera and Jackson Pollock said All these things, all these things are yours  She said you're not blessed And you're not cursed In the end you write your verse Yeah all these, all these things are yours  Let that feeling Born in shadow Let it make you Make you strong  Let the demons You got to carry Carry you on and on and on  John Coltrane's added grays Took us all to better days Said all these, all these things are yours Am I right, am I wrong End the end just write your song 'Cause all these things, all these things are yours  Let that feeling Born in shadow Let it make you Make you strong  Let the demons You got to carry Carry you on and on and on  'Cause all these things, all these things are yours All these things, all these things are yours Oh oh, all these things, all these things are yours  What happened to you, man I've been there, too 'Cause all these things, all these things are yours  Let that feeling Born in shadow Let it make you Make you strong  Let the demons You got to carry Carry you on and on and on  Let the demons carry, na na na