My legs are limp. my shoes s**led stone. all i want is for
You to come back home
I've yelled your name through fields alone. all i want is for
You to come back home
Sirens screech that terrible tone. lead me deeper through
The world of the unknown
Sirens screech that terrible tone. loudmouthed ushers
Wearing suits without cologne
Rather than fabricate the past, i'll plant it in an underground
Steel safe you can't crack
Then we can still imagine all we had. we will be the faces
Of the future at last