From birds eye view it's just pale from bleeding
But the surface has fractured from somewhere underneath
And there's always a noise in the background
Silhouettes tread the weight of the broken bottle glass shard sea
We made when we tried to drown ourselves every night for weeks
From the depths of that memory a single image of the cracks remains burned in my beliefs
And I wish I could just let it go but I know that I can not do that
Hours become fractions of minutes in our memories and eventually they fade
It makes me wonder why I try to hold on to some sense of meaning
When the crumbling clay of bricks so young should be a sign to stay away from this place
As the footprints of a our past begin to distort we'll make the same mistakes
That we've always made before