Possibilities, things I cannot see  All these things in 
me they're sifting me, sifting me  Things that I can't 
know 
Ways that I can grow  All these things they make me tired
But I wouldn't trade this life for anything / This 
beautiful mess is turning  This beautiful mess is turning
I know there's another day  I know I will find my way  
Give it to me, give it to me, yeah
Sad realities, closed up things in me  Lies they're 
telling me they're sifting me, sifting me 
I try to make it through the day  But all these things 
get in my way  And all I know is I am tired