Now that I'm older I don't look the same But that doesn't mean all my demons won't recognize me Crimson and clover, there's so much that's changed Day after day all my angels keep flying away Come what may I'll find another way Maybe I'll try and pray I'll find another way Come Sunday Now that I've fallen so far from the light I'm no longer blind, I can see what was hidden in plain sight Darkness was all that I needed to find The simple reminder that all I need is inside Come what may I'll find another way Maybe I'll try and pray I'll find another way Come Sunday