Tekst
These days we're just hoping for a way to find our conscience clear
We took without a thought or care
Wide away but silent for hours
Lights out is better for this
I couldn't hate you if I tried
You're tired out
Your eyes are dead
Are we dying down because you're done?
The things we've done
The things we've made
We'll never say again
And this is a door that I've slammed wide open
