out in the fields the skies crack and peel while off in the distance the buildings collide and down in the grass is a sea of broken glass and skeletons of lives that I used to label mine.
and I've lost my tongue and I've lost all my friends and I can't remember if I give a damn
we peek from the edge of an old rusty bridge down in the water is the house where we were raised and over where the trees and gardens used to be are remnants of pictures we still carry in our minds
and you've lost your mind and you've lost all your plans and I can't quite tell if you even give a damn
the neighborhood is gone the air reeks of smoke ash and cold winter's sleeping on our doorsteps As you hum your songs the water turn to ice above our home so we go collect our paychecks and leave
up comes the sun to burn everyone and we pay the difference by peeling off our skin and as far as we can tell, it's pretty cold in hell but you've got your sweaters, so I'm sure you won't mind
but you've lost your heart and you've lost all your will you're shot full of holes, and what you hold always spills
the city's met its end the monuments have all crashed and burned. I doubt that we'll miss them we walk through the woods and neither of us looks back, not once. there's nothing behind us anymore
it was all in our heads, it was all in our heads the sky was never falling, it was all in our heads so sleep well tonight, and dream some good things the sky was never falling; it was all a bad dream