Too much time spent
thinking of ways to die.
Sticky liquid filters shield our eyes
from the sun
I`ll try to be more
open in my hope for our time
Blur the lines dividing what is ours
and what is mine.

Mother Theresa`s been working nights
Say no more, I`m on my way
Blister burned out on the way down
Say no more, I`m on my way

And we all go down
And we all go down again

Swore I`d bring you something, swore i'd make it mine
Hands above my head stealing sunlight, from the sky
And I lost myself when you went away
Say no more, I`m on my way
Anyway... goodbye

And we all go down
And we all go down again

I will pass on things that I`ve been shown
You`ll see too why I feel so alone in this world
I`ll try to be more open with my hope for out time
blur the lines dividing what is our
And what is mine
Say no more, I`m on my way to the sky