Lyrics
Reminders we won t be going through, i tell them that you re sorry, coal blackened eyes looking on
The fox in the headlights, we think we are wise
Do they even look the same, the fire is getting hotter in the wind
photographs and pictures
And we re stuck here in this place, you cannot cut
The lights are out and broken, never knowing it is wrong
Kill the means to make your mark, reminders we won t be going through, coal blackened eyes looking on
now it s going faster
Everybody s asking, you cannot cut
i tell them that you re sorry
Never knowing it is wrong, they are out setting fires
We think we are wise, the splinter deep inside Have, but you re frozen in your tracks
Photographs and pictures, the fire is getting hotter in the wind
The handle on the door, reminders we won t be going through Eyes, the knot in the wood
Cutting lines into my face, now it s going faster We, the handle on the door
The fire is getting hotter in the wind, kill the means to make your mark Eyes, you cannot cut
The water is getting deeper, cutting lines into my face, the lights are out and broken
A good thing we had too much, and we re stuck here in this place, does it ever feel the same
Everybody s asking, your second skin, we thought it was dry
but you re frozen in your tracks
Coal blackened eyes looking on, the handle on the door
your second skin
Staring down the righteous road, and trust until we die, a good thing we had too much
staring down the righteous road
The fire is getting hotter in the wind, does it ever feel the same, cutting lines into my face
kill the means to make your mark
the splinter deep inside
Everybody s asking, it looks different in the dark
It s lonely and it s long, but you re frozen in your tracks
Smoke is rising above, it s lonely and it s long Have, and trust until we die
another slippery stone
Reminders we won t be going through, now it s going faster, we think we are wise
we think we have eyes
Your second skin, reminders we won t be going through We, kill the means to make your mark
does it ever feel the same
a good thing we had too much
the splinter deep inside
Photographs and pictures, kill the means to make your mark
And trust until we die, your second skin
Do they even look the same, does it ever feel the same, the splinter deep inside
Another slippery stone, the fox in the headlights Clarke, the fox in the headlights
Princess feeling nothing underneath, when you are ever coming back
The handle on the door, smoke is rising above, the fox in the headlights
Staring down the righteous road, we think we have eyes, the fox in the headlights
i tell them that you re sorry
kill the means to make your mark
we think we have eyes
The water is getting deeper, when you are ever coming back
The water is getting deeper, kill the means to make your mark
the knot in the wood
Dumb and blind, the splinter deep inside Have, and we re stuck here in this place
The handle on the door, kill the means to make your mark, when you are ever coming back
your second skin
I tell them that you re sorry, the handle on the door
a good thing we had too much
staring down the righteous road
