These Things Take Time

These Things Take Time

I want to know why pain makes me stronger

I want to know why good men die 

Why am I so afraid of the dark, but I stray from the light? 

I want to know why You gave me eyes when faith is how I see

And tell me, is it easier to doubt or harder to believe? 

Oh, there’s so many questions stirring in me

And I’m wondering why

Sometimes the truth ain’t easy to find

I want to know all the answers 

But I’m learning that these things take time

Yeah, these things take time

How can success make us feel like failures? 

And the harder we fall, the harder we try 

The more I have, the more I need just to feel like I’m getting by

Oh, there’s so many questions in one short life

And we spend so much time chasing our tails 

Hoping to find every last answer to everything in life

So many questions, not enough time 

Hey, we all want to understand why evil lives,
And good men die 

On the way to Heaven, the truth unwinds

These things take time 

These things take time

Yeah, these things take time

(we will get back to the "ingredients" soon)