Did You Expect It All To Stop


At The Wave Of Your Hand?


Like The Sun's Just Gonna Drop


If It's Night You Demand


Well, In The Dark We Are Just Air


So The House Might Dissolve


But Once We're Gone, Who's Gonna Care


If We Were Ever Here At All?


Well, Summer's Gonna Come


It's Gonna Cloud Our Eyes Again


No Need To Focus


When There's Nothing That's Worth Seeing


So We Trade Liquor For Blood


In An Attempt To Tip The Scales


I Think You Lost What You Loved


In That Mess Of Details


They Seemed So Important At The Time


But Now You Can't Even Recall


Any Of The Names, Faces, Or Lines


It's More The Feeling Of It All


Well, Winter's Gonna End


I'm Gonna Clean These Veins Again


So Close To Dying That I Finally Can Start Living