We've been living off your pulse in the abscence of light

The only sensation we feel is the draft for the freezing outside

Our eyes glance at the clock, waiting for the munites to move

Bathed in digital light that paints everything in view

We've spent those past few years contemplating an escape

If death is the consequence it's a chance we take

Open your eyes. Flash your brights. Ignore octagon shaped signs

You're fucking drowsy if you think this drive will get you further than our street

You're fucking drowsy if you think this torch will burn precisely as you seek

You ask how the fuck do our hearts beats so long untouched and the beauty of it...

Trite, awkward gestures frame the canvas of what we claim to be

Night driving so long we are in the furthest points of a car

Night driving for so long sitting in the furthest points of a car

Watching the cob webs grow from wall to wall

You asked for my thoughts on the politics of whether God exists or not

We live our lives by dialogues on bathroom stalls

You ask how the fuck do our hearts beats so long untouched and the beauty of it...

Trite, awkward gestures frame the canvas of what we claim to be

Open your eyes. Flash your brights.Ignore octagon shaped signs

You're fucking drowsy if you think this drive will get you further than our street

You're fucking drowsy if you think this torch will burn precisely as you seek

Open your eyes if you think that this torch will do anything

More than infect old sores and heat up cold wars

Open your eyes if you think that this torch will do anything

More than infect old sores and heat up cold wars

Up go our hopes like smoke from the cigarettes in a bar

The only reason we breath is cause the pure air is sparce