Lyrics:

Lost in the woods of a dream
Call it an American one
But we couldn't be further from home.
So we rode, in the search of a place
To rest our bloodshot eyes
But everything has a price to pay,
Everything has a price to pay.

In the face of a stranger
There was some sympathy to be found
So we'll draw the innocence
Don't make me regret this

Mark the line,
Right now.
Mark the fucking lines,
We have been double crossed
Let the pain begin
Mark the lines
What's done is done

Everything has a price to pay don't make me regret.

This was never the way, still no answer
Will you stand by me when I collapse?