This ordinary room is turning
Into something of a prison hole
And the only thing we know for certain is that
Don't nobody knowYou think none of this is real
That's why you never try
So tear it down or build it up, it's the sameAnd on another lonely evening
When you're staying up counting omens
In the morning is it so disturbing that you
Just won't let it goYou think hurting gives you license
To do anything at all
But you gotta take your medicine
Allow your hands to lose their grip and let it fallIt's a wonder anyone can breathe here
With a smoke too thick to cough
So we're falling as we run from cover from the
Bombs we're setting off
You think hurting gives you license
To do anything at all
But you gotta take your medicine
Allow your hands to lose their grip and let it fall
Allow your hands to lose their grip and let it fallSo we watch another good day fading
How we gonna leave the hang man hanging
Girl one day, you know it all melts into air