God only knows The people here have nowhere else to go, nowhere else to go Can you see their eyes? They're scared of what will happen when they die Who the hell am I? What you spill, is it worth its weight in surface To reconstruct old frame, and shelter the soul Hear it screaming still Can you show me where the road begins or where it ends? No I can't pretend That all the places I have been have nothing to compare to this And all your bliss Save, for the other, worn all the same What you spill, is it worth its weight in surface To reconstruct old frame, and shelter the soul Hear it screaming still Bend the walls above your bed, you hear the whisper Bend the walls inside your head, it calls your name Things we cannot understand, we cover with the sleep But in our dreams they are but tearing at the seams