Is This It? Songtext
von Broadside

Somewhere a child cries, out for his mother
But the, language doesn′t make any sense
Somewhere a father looks out at the ocean
Wondering if there's any fishing left
Tears will rush like waterfalls, with no-one there holding ′em back
Hearts will break without a warning
We're never braced for the crash

Is there a right a way to cope
Is there a cure for being alone
What makes a life, feel like your own
When death is all that you've known

Is this it?
Is there more than this?
Or is this it
Is there more
Is there more than this


Life′s a dream like every fool′s gold
Ya can't take it with you when go
It seems to me, the only land I′ll own
Will be marked with my name
On a headstone

Is there a right away to cope
Is there a cure for being alone
What makes a life, feel like your own
When death is all that you've known

Is this it?
Is there more to this?
Or is this it
Is there more
Is there more than this

I wanna feel the earth, while its beneath my feet
I wanna feel the sun, washing over me
I wanna taste your skin while you′re in my sheets
I wanna see the world, let the world see me
Don't kick the chair from underneath me
Don′t kick the chair from underneath my feet
Don't kick the chair from underneath me
Don't kick the chair from underneath my feet