the good life too, too fast this matchbox spins right through your fingers I fell in your faith wasted and look at me wrapped all around you uselessly when the stars come out and you come in with all the loses rushing back again whisper, baby I can’t hear I've still got ringing in both my ears the worst questions are pushing me doubling over anxiously yeah that's my own voice unraveling and, yeah, it's getting to be so humbling ain't it a good, good life aren't these the open hands with all the things you love don't ignore them idiot circles, idiot plans the deeper meaning I understand now there's pictures on the wall our life together I recall when the waters pull us under these quiet faces will lead us back here this is the good, good life hese are the open hands with all the things you love don't ignore them written by Steve Dawson and Diane Christiansen © is this the best use of our time music co., bmi.