seems hopeless. (We are all alone) It's this feeling that brings me closer and closer to the end. (Keep running, keep running, keep running, keep shining .. this home
City walls are caving in. Once buildings stood so tall. Just metal scraps beneath our feet. This feeling's unsettling. We're caught in a freefall just
Come tomorrow I'll be on my way back home. In the morning call from a roadside telephone. One night doesn't mean the rest of my life. If I go it's not
that I was afraid of the end. As I sink into this seat the open windows and the radio sings to me. This comfort makes me feel at home, just some nameless
Walking outside the gates of winter cemetery. I wonder when my time will be spent beneath the dirt and leaves. As uplifting as that sounds, I'm not
far away from you were want to be and you pray for change But that never solved anything. (You're an anchor, so far away where nothing changes, it stays
of a few familiar faces this place will never feel like home. So we keep our distance and we learn to say goodbye. This place will never feel like home
