Something about playwrights
Roaring through the dead of night
She leans her head back
Closes her eyes

I asked her name, she said
Something about angels
You know I never forgot

And maybe everyone
Is here for everyone else
Cause all we are
Is searching for what s inside ourselves

You have hands just like mine
Lips that smile, eyes that cry
Oh I want to feel your heart
Beating next to mine

And maybe everyone
Is here for everyone else
Cause all I am
Is searching for what s inside myself

And maybe everyone
Is here for everyone else
Cause you and I
Are searching for what s inside ourselves
All we are is searching for what s inside