| The streetlights hurt my eyes more than usual tonight, no sense of
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| Direction and my visions blurred, I think I’ll lay down for a while. |
| But I
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| Don’t have a bed of my own just a space in someone else’s, no I don’t have
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| A bed of my own just a space in someone else’s, or at least for now…
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| I’m swallowed up by hungry streets and thirsty back alleys, the more I try
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| To find my feet the more the city mocks me. |
| The fresh air fills my lungs
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| The alcohol burns into my skin and I feel so tired and scared about
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| Everything
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| I’d clip my wings just for an excuse, for not putting myself to better use
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| We all care too much about not caring enough, 'cause we’re all too scared
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| To leave behind our youth
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| We’re a self-destructive generation who’s obituaries will be; |
| «Due to
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| Excessive boredom the body gave in to liver failure and heart disease it
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| Seems»
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| I’d clip my wings just for an excuse, for not putting myself to better use
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| We all care too much about not caring enough, 'cause we’re all too scared
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| To leave behind our youth
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| To tell you the truth I’m just scared, but at least I’m not alone, at least
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| I’m not alone
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| And we’ll sing 'til we can’t speak, yeah we’ll sing until we believe
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| And we’ll sing 'til we can’t speak, yeah we’ll sing until we believe
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| And we’ll sing 'til we can’t speak, yeah we’ll sing until we believe |