Reaching for the Sunset

Oh, how we long to hear a voice in all the noise And we keep trying to turn the static into words Staring out of tinted windows Watching patterns in the passing crowd And waiting for a picture to emerge Maybe now the time has come to reform and refine These old, outdated designs We keep on reaching for the sunset But it fades every time And I'm tired of acting surprised Now we're a world of broken hearts And no one even tries to stop the bleeding where it starts Then our feelings turn against us And they all keep leading back to the same place Until we can't tell them apart Maybe now the time has come to reform and refine These old, outdated designs We keep on reaching for the sunset But it fades every time And I'm tired of acting surprised Maybe now the time has come to reform and refine These old, outdated designs We keep on reaching for the sunset But it fades every time And I'm tired of acting surprised I'm tired of acting surprised I'm tired of acting