Hiding eyes from building burning bright Pressing heads onto pillow, seeking comfort from a promise things will get worse. But what if it's much worse
Down at the places where we mend Trees bend and break. With signs of life around this home Sucking the life from the room. It's upsetting to care but
in-hand we can walk to the places we want to like the need for an artist in times of war We don't have to live this way no more.
right. daily life keeps repeating itself so close your eyes, let this road bring you home. the images we see, they crawl into our sleep and we think nothing of it. everything life