Guest vocals from Mike foster
So here we go again,
go grab your mother's keys,
pack your shit real quick
because we're leaving here,
out through the open door,
out into last week's snow,
as black and cold as my soul
on the edge of the road.
I sense tonight a dream will die
and I'm praying to hell that it's not mine
so we drive hard, embrace our fears
let them drown the ringing in our ears
as god's tongue moves across the city streets
bars spill out light and bodies into November sleet.
when we hit the shore
we know we have no further to go
and you say,
"if we could start again, believe me, I'd start again"
and I say,
"I'd just do it all the same fucking way."
If this was all for nothing, where do you go now,
when you've been to the depths of your soul
and came up empty, came up cold?
You can't stay positive with the shit that we know.
There's a point of no return
and we've been walking that line most of our lives,
on top of the world looking over the edge.
MIKE: You can say it was all for nothing,
and it was, but at least we tried,
living lives so we could just keep driving,
down the same roads a hundred times.
So keep the music loud,
to drown out the silence
that crashes from our mouths
and fills our lives.
I've accepted I live in a world
where no one ever opens their eyes,
but I always thought so much better of you.
They say this is what happens to everyone
I think about that for a while
but it doesn't help.
As we sit side-by-side on the edge of the world
I learn the hard way
there's no easy way out.
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