Come home and I’m covered

A day after my brother

I don’t hear any others

I don’t fear any others

Day down and I’m dizzy

Stay down but I’m busy

There's nobody with me

There's nothing to give me

All the time

I could have lost

I should have lost

I kind of lost

My way around here

I might be a lightyear behind

But I see a setting sun with my very eyes

So I cut the ties again

And turn away

No one's really biting anyway

There's a war going on

And no one knew it

We do goodbyes again

It's all we say

Only moving in opposite ways

There's a war going on

We walked right through it

All the blood

I could have lost

I should have lost

I kind of lost

My intuition

It's just a transitional zone

The rain keeps falling and I’m never getting home

Works work but we do it

There's nothing to it

There's nothing in it

Call me a cynic

But if I find what I follow

And I still feel hollow

And there's nothing to borrow

Then there's nothing tomorrow

I cross the line again

The risk you take

The slice of ice that lies along the lake

It's the flakes of skin

Circling the space we're sleeping in

But we're looking out

A pane of glass that casts a shade of doubt

Always looking through

And doing what we think we ought to do

I should have left

I could have left

I kind of left

Not long before ya

But that's just a figure of speech

There is a place I know I’m never going to reach

But I need your hand because

I just got cold

I just felt old

I’ve just been told

That they’re looking for me

That they’re looking for me

That they’re looking for me