This ordinary room is turning Into something of a prison hole And the only thing we know for certain is that Don’t nobody know
You think none of this is real that’s Why you never try So tear it down or build it up it’s the same
And 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 go
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
It’s a wonder anyone can breathe here With a smoke to 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 fall
So we watch another good day fading How we gonna leave the hang man hanging Girl one day you know it all melts into air