Better Days Comin

The Story Behind the Song

The other half of "Shattered" -- someone walking in on a loved one in crisis and choosing to stay, without speeches or ultimatums, just presence. "No big speeches, no fightin' -- no sermons, no lessons" is the whole philosophy of the song: sometimes the only thing that helps is refusing to leave.

Performances

Sadie McCoy's "Hers" edition performs the same twelve songs with her own vocal performance; per-track durations for her edition aren't published yet.

Lyrics

(Oooo… mmmmm…) Rub my eyes — let out a yawn, Switch on the lamp — it's prob’ly near dawn. Floorboards creak — somebody closed a door… Get up on my feet — Gotta know more. Turn the knob — push it open — cut on the light, Looks like Hell came to visit, under cover of night. “Hey, it’s just me.” — don’t panic, move slow, Make my way through the mess — steady as we go. Thank God you're still here — I was almost too late, I love you so much — I'll do whatever it takes. You’ve fallen down deep — beaten, ripped, and torn, But I’m right here now — we’ll make it through this storm. Night might linger when the sun tries to shine, But when you need hope, take a piece of mine. (hmmm… aaaa…) Got a towel on the floor — I’ll handle the stains, Open up the windows — let’s clear out the pain. No big speeches, no fightin' — no sermons, no lessons, Count with me and breathe — in to four, out to seven. You’ve fallen down deep — beaten, ripped, and torn, But I'd be lost in this world, had you never been born. If the night doesn’t end when the sun comes to shine, I’ll hold up a candle at the edge of your mind. We're in a big broken world... on a long broken road, Carryin’ long-broken hearts... and small broken souls. I saw you were sinkin’... Sad but not speakin’... My hand's out reachin’... Wanna know what you're feelin'... We'll be broken together! In any kind of weather! Swear it's gonna get better! Gotta go on hopin’! Stayin' up, standin'! Never stop prayin’! Keep holdin' on, believin'! We have brighter days comin’... (mmmm... hmmmm...) When you’ve fallen down deep — beaten, ripped, and torn, Give me some of your pain — I can handle some more. If the night doesn’t end when the sun comes to shine, I’ll hold up a candle at the edge of your mind. (mmmm... yeah...) (I'll be holdin' a candle, at the edge of your mind.)