So as we look to where
What might have been
If we didn't let the smoke come in
We see the critics sit
And laugh their voices thin
And they're all singing
Look at those souls
Look at those souls
With no dreams to call their own
Judge me from the liars chair
Made from the highest grade
You underweighed
And I'll derail my train of thought
Destroying tracks laid on my tongue
So as we look to where
What might have been
If we didn't let the smoke come in
We'll need the space to think
--this smoke is way too thick
And they're still singing
Look at those souls
Look at those souls
With no dreams to call their own
Judge me from the liars chair
Made from the highest grade
You underweighed
And I'll derail my train of thought
Destroying tracks laid on my tongue
For now we'll leave the problems
Where they belong
Unspoken of and undone
Let it take away the part
That makes you care
And feed the part
I wouldn't dare
For now we'll leave the problems
Where they belong
Unspoken of and undone
Let it take away the part
That makes you care
And feed the part
I wouldn't dare
The things we need to say
Will always sound better in our heads
The things we need to say
Will always sound better in our heads
But it's never too late
--we are the humbled souls
With no dreams to call our own
We are the humbled souls
With no dreams to call our own
We are the humbled souls
With no dreams to call our own
We are the humbled souls
With no dreams to call our own