my hand can't break through growing cold today we bought what we have sold the headlights blinking in our eyes sending shivers down the spine
the sunlight crawling down the sand I thought that I found the one to blame It's time to dig on our graves cause there's no beds to make today
in this hallway walls are carved with our lines on this higway we will carry our lives opened windows - all we lost just can't be found, all we lost just can't be found
it's an end without ending this smoke brings you only choke and my happiness still fading like a cigarrete you smoke
it's not a cure but it's a bless so in response you must confess our hands in cracks, they hardened up to stone, like past behind our backs
in this hallway walls are carved with our lines on this higway we will carry our lives opened windows - all we lost just can't be found, all we lost just can't be found