It’s cold in here There are no people who could save us from our loneliness
Draughty Rooms are our minds Where every draught could make you change your right direction Where every draught could make you change your own direction
There are thorns everywhere in my hands, everywhere in my hands And too many roses I’ve killed Because of my mistakes
Open your eyes every morning With the bitter taste on your tongue There’s something wrong
Nights are gonna get darker we’re abused we’re mistreated But we go ahead despite it all
Have fear of people that never makes mistakes Mistakes are our best friends everyday Aims are the only things that save us from ourselves We’re not perfect but we can be true We’re not perfect but we can be true