I′m gettin' down, not in a good way
If I can make it, then here I′ll stay
Ashes and bottlecaps, string and timber restin' on my lap
Coffee stains in an old book
These pages, I'll take a look
Spent time in my old town
Eager men fighting for the crown
Sent fightin in a barren land
Lost faith in the will of Man
Found yourself in the Northern Lights
I found you and the words you type
What was it like back in ′43?
Humble homes built on quiet streets
I was there much more after this
Growing up there, I reminisce
Did you have friends on the monument?
Did you ever come and visit here?
Our final hour, nothing left to prove
Rain hammers on a tin roof
Lock the door, can't come in
It′s not your fault, stubbornness within
Before this, i was up all night
It was all for us, running out of time
But inside mine, I thought what laid ahead.
It's a trail less travelled
Electric shock in a lightning storm
Tore out my hair and drank all of the wine
Ideas come, ambition goes
Plant the seed and it grows, and it grows
Then I water it, but then I cut it down
You won′t hear me, no i won't make a sound
I′m a punching bag that they won't miss
I'm a tangled mess I′m a slave to this