Wells we had are turning dry
Im supposed to be the man, who figures out the plan
In a battle with ourselves, are we...
here, do we
hurt, do we
fear, are we
lost, in our
ways, can we
find, better days.
v2: Glass is shattered in the street
Shards get stuck inside our feet
Were supposed to be the ones, the daughters and the sons
We're all goin in alo--oh-ooohhhh oh--oh--ooohhhh--ne.
We're not coming back ho--oh-ooohhhh--oh--oh ooohhhh--me.
We're all goin in alo oh-ooohhhh oh--oh--ooohhhh--ne.
sounds of breathing do begin
They're supposed to be the right, come help us in the night
- Better Days
- Your Brain On Color
- Sick Inside Of Me
- Wasting Your Time
- Back To My Dreams
- Bleed The Color Orange