I know the words
I’m wide awake
I know the answers
I’ve read them all in my mistakes
I know these faces
I’ve mourned them all
and I’ve died a thousand times
with no one in my arms
a burnt and callous orb
sinks below the trees
doesn’t even blink
as we all cease to be
jawbones in the grass
empty fields like seas
I wish that I could show you
I wish that I could make you see
hope doesn’t spring
where hope’s not sown
a team of burning horses
drags a chariot home
a world of orphaned children
facing the unknown
blood pours from their lips
we watch it flow we sold our hearts away
we don’t remember ever feeling whole
we hear the scratches
on the records in our broken souls
around and around
they drown of the sound
of everything we clung to hope for
lost void empty words
and we don’t sing anymore
we don’t
we won’t see
we don’t we won’t see
we don’t we won’t see
we don’t we won’t see
we don’t we won’t see
we don’t we won’t see
we don’t we won’t see
we don’t we won’t see