Lyrics:

Was that somebody screaming?
It wasn't me for sure
I lift my head up from uneasy pillows
Put my feet on the floor
Cut my wrist on a bad thought
And head for the door
Outside on the pavement
The dark make no noise
I can feel the sweat on my lips, mm
Leaking into my mouth
I'm heading out for the steep hills
They're leaving me no choice

And see as our lives are in the making
We believe through the lies and the hating
That love goes free
For want of an option
I run the wind 'round
I dream pictures of houses burning
Never knowing nothing else to do
And with death comes the morning
Unannounced and new
Was it too much to ask for
To pull a little weight
They forgive everything but greatness
These are scoundrel days
And I'm close to calling out their names
As pride hits my face, yeah
And see as our lives are in the making, quite enough
We believe through their lies and the hating
That love goes free
Through scoundrel days

I reach the edge of town
I've got blood in my hair
Their hands touch my body
From everywhere
But I know that I've made it
As I run into the air

And see as our lives are in the making
We believe through their lies and the hating
That love goes free

Through scoundrel days