Sanoja: Staind. The Illusion Of Progress. This Is It.

Here we are, there's nowhere else to go
And that's so far from where we all could be
But you can't feel my disappearing
And you should take this for what it's worth

This is it and it fits
And it feels like this is good enough for me
Could it be that the grass is always green?

There you are, you dream of something better
What's so wrong with what you thought was true?
And all the colors are disappearing
But you should take this for what it's worth

This is it and it fits
And it feels like this is good enough for me
Could it be that the grass is always green?

This is it
(This is it)
This is it
(This is it)

If you feel like disappearing
You should take this for what it's worth

This is it and it fits
And it feels like this is good enough for me
Could it be that the grass is always green?
This is it, this is it