Holy Shit I Think We've Gone Too Far

To Turn Back Now

There's No Thread To Mend This Tear

So Now Your Face Just Turns To Stone

I've Gotta Let It Waste Away

Become A Remnant Of A Dead Age



No Rejection

You Always Saved The Day

Came Flying Out To Me

Untied Me From The Tracks

Wasn't My Intention

But I've Got No Room For You

Me Wait For Light Turn Green

And Then Me Go Again



I'm Sorry

I'll Go



Without Warning

Came This Feeling Lacking Reason

Just The Kind I Hate

Found No Good Strategy For Change

I Can Tell You Now

That I Am Broken Brain.

Got A Fist Full Of Hair

So Now Me Go Again



I Can Tell Where I Stand

I Can Tell Where

I Can Tell



So Now Your Face Just Turns To Stone

There's No Thread To Mend This Tear

I've Gotta Let It Waste Away

Become A Remnant Of A Dead Age