And After Tourniquet Fights On My Veins
Then I'll Begin Again
Rhythms Are Burned From The Glare
From The Wing On A Plane
So Without Thinking I Respond

Look At Me Now I Am Out Of Sight
Carrying A Torch But The Light Ain't That Bright

The Air Dry Breeds Clear
Thoughts Are Levelheaded
I'll Be No Use To My Self Once When I'm Dead
And Though I Trusted I Was Lied To By My Own
I Bare No Grouch And I Carry No Milestone

Look At Me Now I Am Out Of Sight
Carrying A Torch But The Light Ain't That Bright

Say You Will Forget
This Pain I Won't Regret