We're holding out for something else, you can't give back with all you sell
You gave it up, without love
You're dirty hands and picture frames hold images of broken shame
You gave it up without loveYou give and you sell and you break your back in the revelry
I'm all the things you'll never be all of the timeWith fracture hearts in disrepair, these funerals we'll always bear
You gave us up, without love
These photographs and guilty names are pointless tools deferring blame
You gave us up without loveYou give and you sell and you break your back in the revelry
I'm all the things you'll never be all of the timeWe sleep tonight, with fear and spite, but I can't let go of myself
The ghosts inside, collect my pride, as fractures fold, to fight control againYou give and you sell and you break your back in the revelry
Im all the things you'll never be all of the timeWe're holding out for something else, you can't give back with all you self
Your dirty hands and guilt name can never hide the things that you have done.