Paint black the card when you put it at my place Burn away the scar and from my memory erase like in the morning when the dreams are gone In a history of words there's bound to be some lies Thats why we work in motion, breaking hearts with severed ties Now just tell me who's side you're on When teenage f**ing angst meets with adult f**ing rage and it all comes together on a tired f**ing stage And all we've got left is this song Of all the bleeding hearts in all the f**ing towns who'd know it'd be our own that brings us down Send a letter once you've gone We cut our teeth on the road. face blown red by the wind Searching for something to hold Getting knocked down, picked ourselves up again We're bringing it back soaked in blood Holding our heads in our hands Nursing continental wounds and praying for some good friends So we see its not all its meant to be We took the lies for granted and now its plain to see that in the end we all were wrong Broke and beaten, this highways f**ing cold A million miles from nowhere and the last soul has been sold We should have known this all along Miss the sound of the suburbs and the phone that speaks your name Words lost on you Now we're down to our last bit of luck, caution blown away by the wind All because we gave a f** and never wanted to end We're bringing it back soaked in blood Holding our f**ing heads in our hands Nursing continental wounds and praying for some good friends Praying for some short ends