Walking soundlessly into the dark
On vanished streets still torn apart
You're all alone
Cross a field of twisted trees and glass
The morning light won't come to pass
You're on your own
Take small comforts in the empty road
Swallowed up and lost
You rise and reach out
Obliterate and die there
You're holding on too tight
Who's gonna find you there and tell you where to turn
Reading yesterday's forgotten news
No calendar, no maps to choose
There's no one here
Build a fire from boxes and from rust
Shifting through the ash and dust
Does no one care
Wake to thunder and burning leaves
To the paling sky
You rise and reach out
Obliterate and die there
Don't be afraid while the air grows thin
As long as dusk awaits
It isn't your moment
Obliterate and die there
You're holding on too tight
Who's gonna find you there and tell you where to turn
All you will know
Are stories for the old
And all you remember
Is regret
All you will know
Are stories for the old
And all you remember
Is regret
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Walking soundlessly into the dark
On vanished streets still torn apart
You're all alone
Cross a field of twisted trees and glass
The morning light won't come to pass
You're on your own
Take small comforts in the empty road
Swallowed up and lost
You rise and reach out
Obliterate and die there
You're holding on too tight
Who's gonna find you there and tell you where to turn
Reading yesterday's forgotten news
No calendar, no maps to choose
There's no one here
Build a fire from boxes and from rust
Shifting through the ash and dust
Does no one care
Wake to thunder and burning leaves
To the paling sky
You rise and reach out
Obliterate and die there
Don't be afraid while the air grows thin
As long as dusk awaits
It isn't your moment
Obliterate and die there
You're holding on too tight
Who's gonna find you there and tell you where to turn
All you will know
Are stories for the old
And all you remember
Is regret
All you will know
Are stories for the old
And all you remember
Is regret
On vanished streets still torn apart
You're all alone
Cross a field of twisted trees and glass
The morning light won't come to pass
You're on your own
Take small comforts in the empty road
Swallowed up and lost
You rise and reach out
Obliterate and die there
You're holding on too tight
Who's gonna find you there and tell you where to turn
Reading yesterday's forgotten news
No calendar, no maps to choose
There's no one here
Build a fire from boxes and from rust
Shifting through the ash and dust
Does no one care
Wake to thunder and burning leaves
To the paling sky
You rise and reach out
Obliterate and die there
Don't be afraid while the air grows thin
As long as dusk awaits
It isn't your moment
Obliterate and die there
You're holding on too tight
Who's gonna find you there and tell you where to turn
All you will know
Are stories for the old
And all you remember
Is regret
All you will know
Are stories for the old
And all you remember
Is regret
Writer: Erik Laroi, Stephen Krieger
Copyright: Lyrics © PEN Music Group, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © PEN Music Group, Inc.