Ive Got To Hand It To You For Making It Off The Island
I Was Seduced By The Traumas
The Funeral MournersWould Whisper In Line

Got To Give It To You For Breaking Out Of The Seasons
I Was Cohearsed By A Nightmare
Where Every Knife Turned
Away On A Breeze

You Walk Away Across The Lines
You Fade Away Hung On A Wire
You Fall Asleep And Tell Yourself
That This Don′t Matter At All

Got To Give It To You For Breaking Free Of The Numbers
I Cant Sleep From The Gunshots
And Every Pin Drop
I Hear On The Wind

Ive Got To Hand It To You For Making It Off The Island
I Was Restrained By The Warders
Patrolling The Borders
Behind Of My Eyes

You Walk Away Across The Lines
You Fade Away Hung On A Wire
You Fall Asleep And Tell Yourself
That This Don't Matter At All

You Walk Away... Don′t Walk Away
Cos All These Things
Don't Matter Now

You Walk Away... Don't Walk Away
Cos All These Things
Don′t Matter Now