my hand can't break through growing cold
today we bought what we have sold
the headlights blinking in our eyes
sending shivers down the spine
the sunlight crawling down the sand
I thought that I found the one to blame
It's time to dig on our graves
cause there's no beds to make today
in this hallway
walls are carved with our lines
on this higway
we will carry our lives
opened windows -
all we lost just can't be found,
all we lost just can't be found
it's an end without ending
this smoke brings you only choke
and my happiness still fading
like a cigarrete you smoke
it's not a cure but it's a bless
so in response you must confess
our hands in cracks, they hardened up
to stone, like past behind our backs
in this hallway
walls are carved with our lines
on this higway
we will carry our lives
opened windows -
all we lost just can't be found,
all we lost just can't be found