I went to edit the lyrics and found that they have to be approved by the "licensor", which I guess is LyricFind. But LyricFind's lyrics are, frankly, "incredibly wrong", like kkaleds said. I submitted a correction, but considering that three other people did before me, I don't think it will go through. So even though christinemunn did a wonderful, near-perfect job of transcribing, I guess I'll just post the lyrics from the booklet here. These are them as they are in the booklet, with two very slight additions where extra lyrics are sung (but I left in the extra stuff in the last answer, because it's cool and should have been sung!)...except for one spot that I inserted a "you" that was obviously mistakenly missing from the print. There are also a couple words italicized for emphasis (along with all the "A:" answers), so I guess I'll put asterisks around those, since this is just a comment.
Q: Do you stop and stare, struck dumb, hands shaking, washed by this constant panicked wishing for what's lost? As you're standing on some curb, waiting to cross, would you say you feel like some weak leaf, wind-turned and tossed?
A: All the time. Every day. Every day, all the time. All the time. Every day, every day.
Q: As the streets sail by the seats inside your car, does each face outside collide against your heart? As you watch them blaze, or fade into the dark, do you want to scream that you're so pleased with who they are?
A: Every day, all the time. All the time, every day. Every day. All the time. Every day.
Q: When that moment arrives (oh, that sweet and tender pain...) do you think how there will come a time when you'll never feel it again? Do you try to make it right by thinking that if someone else feels it, it's real, and it won't go away? Do you?
A: ...
Q: Do you fall so short of all that's in your heart when your friends, that you should pull up, you instead pick apart? Do you watch the world get cold, and crushed, and small? And when you could do so much, do you do fuck-all?
A: All the time. Every day, every day. All the time, all the time, every day, every day.
Q: And, considering all this, and agreeing that it's true, is it harder each time just to feel something new? But do you sometimes wish not to feel anymore? To wall it off? To make it all go away? To just put it to an end?
A: No question. Any day. All the way, every time. Any day. Any time. All the way, all the day and all the night. All the way every time. All the pain, every day all the same...
Q: When you pray for grace to come, were you born yesterday? Are you dumb?? Are you insane??? Don't be ashamed; I'm the same. Yeah, I'm that way. But I try, every day and all the time.
I went to edit the lyrics and found that they have to be approved by the "licensor", which I guess is LyricFind. But LyricFind's lyrics are, frankly, "incredibly wrong", like kkaleds said. I submitted a correction, but considering that three other people did before me, I don't think it will go through. So even though christinemunn did a wonderful, near-perfect job of transcribing, I guess I'll just post the lyrics from the booklet here. These are them as they are in the booklet, with two very slight additions where extra lyrics are sung (but I left in the extra stuff in the last answer, because it's cool and should have been sung!)...except for one spot that I inserted a "you" that was obviously mistakenly missing from the print. There are also a couple words italicized for emphasis (along with all the "A:" answers), so I guess I'll put asterisks around those, since this is just a comment.
Q: Do you stop and stare, struck dumb, hands shaking, washed by this constant panicked wishing for what's lost? As you're standing on some curb, waiting to cross, would you say you feel like some weak leaf, wind-turned and tossed?
A: All the time. Every day. Every day, all the time. All the time. Every day, every day.
Q: As the streets sail by the seats inside your car, does each face outside collide against your heart? As you watch them blaze, or fade into the dark, do you want to scream that you're so pleased with who they are?
A: Every day, all the time. All the time, every day. Every day. All the time. Every day.
Q: When that moment arrives (oh, that sweet and tender pain...) do you think how there will come a time when you'll never feel it again? Do you try to make it right by thinking that if someone else feels it, it's real, and it won't go away? Do you?
A: ...
Q: Do you fall so short of all that's in your heart when your friends, that you should pull up, you instead pick apart? Do you watch the world get cold, and crushed, and small? And when you could do so much, do you do fuck-all?
A: All the time. Every day, every day. All the time, all the time, every day, every day.
Q: And, considering all this, and agreeing that it's true, is it harder each time just to feel something new? But do you sometimes wish not to feel anymore? To wall it off? To make it all go away? To just put it to an end?
A: No question. Any day. All the way, every time. Any day. Any time. All the way, all the day and all the night. All the way every time. All the pain, every day all the same...
Q: When you pray for grace to come, were you born yesterday? Are you dumb?? Are you insane??? Don't be ashamed; I'm the same. Yeah, I'm that way. But I try, every day and all the time.