You stream through the dark and cut through the light of day. You use him again to the games that you want to play. Blood is a footstep, loud as deafening call.
I got a fatal heart, I'm tried to living. Got a tortured soul, I can't give it away. Gonna find a line, to get me through to reason. Gonna bury it all just to give it a name.
I got different debates, my eyes don't survive. I'm living with the loss and we're livin' in denial. Good thing you question who's gonna carry on. There's no one to make then there's no one who can play along.
I'm mad gonna sell it on a t-shirt. I'm living out a borrowed age. I got God, I got the medication. I got enough make it all go away. Got blood on the mirror boy.
Down two crossroads you lay. Sweet lord I'm coming home to stay. Sworn your last turn thrown. Sweet lord I'm comin' home for good. Oh whoa sweet lord I'm comin' home.
Sometimes the silence is all we know. You leave your picture we fall in love. When lines are memory we carry on. Sometimes the light turns out too bright.
Your love was always yours to give. We'll start another war. But you're always wondered perfectly. What you're living for. . Your eyes have wept a thousand tears.
A part of you is ending. A part of you holds on. What leaves your life suspended. Cradled by the sun. . You found what's right before your eyes. Speaking like a fool.