The ruins of the day painted with a scar
And the more I straighten out, the less it wants to try
… The feelings start to rot, one wink at a time
… Oh-oh, forgiving who you are, for what you stand to gain
Just know that if you hide, it doesn't go away
When you get out of bed, don't end up stranded
Horrified with each stone on the stage, my little dark age
And the more I straighten out, the less it wants to try
… The feelings start to rot, one wink at a time
… Oh-oh, forgiving who you are, for what you stand to gain
Just know that if you hide, it doesn't go away
When you get out of bed, don't end up stranded
Horrified with each stone on the stage, my little dark age
