Letra de Modern Faith

Where do you come from
When you don't really know
Any decent answers?
When there's no reason for it all
That could give you meaning
Or strip it away
Or leave you contemplating all the doubts you have in it?
Whether we walk or run, we're moving on
I tell my son that evil comes
But we'll take our turn under the sun
I tell my love I'm not giving up loving
I'm not giving up trying
And it started to cut through, wild and slow
Like a crazy river, digging canyons as it goes
Rolling over the brittle, simple things that I let get in my way
It's the simple things that seem so big
But whether we walk or run, we're moving on
I tell my son that evil comes
But we'll take our turn under the sun
We'll take our turn. We'll take our turn