| Well I, feels like a place I’ve never been | 
| And I, feels like a place I’ve never seen | 
| Oh, somebody’s givin' in but I’m not | 
| Somebody’s givin' it but I’m not | 
| Somebody’s givin' it a lifetime | 
| Somebody threw you a lifeline | 
| Somebody wakes to the sun in the sky | 
| Others are livin' with hate in their eyes | 
| Oh, the fires that you made and the earth that you walk | 
| The ground beneath and the words that you talk | 
| The fires that we own and the words that we talk | 
| The ground beneath and the earth that we walk | 
| All gone | 
| And yeah, there are pictures of the sun | 
| And yeah, just like sketches of the sun | 
| The colors run | 
| Somebody’s givin' in but I’m not | 
| Somebody’s givin' up a whole lot | 
| Somebody’s givin' it a long time | 
| Somebody threw me a lifeline | 
| Sometimes it’s hard to see things straight | 
| Tryin' to make sense of a single page | 
| Sometimes you seem to spend your life tryin' | 
| But I’m just lookin' for my lifeline | 
| The fires that you made and the earth that you walk | 
| The soil beneath and the words that you talk | 
| The fires that we own and the words that we talk | 
| The ground beneath and the earth that we walk | 
| The earth that we walk, gone, all gone | 
| And it feels like a place I’ve never been |