and we continue to chase the sun
only to burn up both our hands
and we will find out what's to know...
in warning winds the truth will blow
you might find I'm feeling all the guilt
dragging out the hours, all decieved
well, both are harmless and haunting to me
now remember your heroes
as a cancel out zero
like you were young again
a man you haven't seen in years
ressurecting your deepest fears
returns a favor unto himself...
by turning us the other cheek
you're another coat of red in hell.
kill this child to make sure I'd raise him well.
on a concrete road to recovery
cause I'm knocking over every cone
in front of me.
