Above a frozen plain a dirty cloud is rearing up and we wolves can only watch Of all these falling lights the brightest ones are scarring up and scars you cannot change All of us still standing must learn to leap up without landing And quicken on the wind
When they're calling Lets not follow Then you'll see us Turning away
Can't hold up this world alone, can't tear down this world alone Never find a fucking home this my skin is what i own Broken glass and broken legs have no cup with which to beg no shelter from the caustic rain sidewalk sleepers gutter lain And what matters now is not myself its something else Its to hold the candle still
