Silently, we ride.
So silently, we rot away.
Is it a payment for my sins?
Or is it all a lie?
Is it ever worth the moments that we let die away.
We keep bad company.
We keep bad company.
What is left?
What is my motive today?
Will I need it tomorrow?
Will I need it tomorrow?
I must confess,
will I remember tomorrow?
I must confess to you,
will I need it tomorrow?
We keep bad company.
We keep bad company.
They're trying to take me away.