Dirt Video (MV)

Sleep, before the morning takes hold
'Cause in a moment we'll be tired and weak
Buried like the dog in the back of the yard
And find, a good philosophy
Before the weight of all the numbers comes crashing into reality

We're bound to this dirt
Where lovers have come and gone
Haunting it like a ghost

And now she's still hurt
But we're finding a new home
Along the Atlantic Coast

Peek, through your cracked eye lids
'Cause everything is not as it seems
It's just what people try to make of it
And life, is 'bout as easy as a dream
You struggle till you find that nothing really matters at all

We're bound to this dirt
Where lovers have come and gone
Haunting it like a ghost

And now she's still hurt
But we're finding a new home
Along the Atlantic Coast

We were smoking away the desire
Never wanted to say he was right
Till the cracks in the door broke the fire
You won't have it
You won't have it

We were smoking away the desire
Never wanted to say he was right
Till the cracks in the door broke the fire
You won't have it
You won't have it

(But It wasn't our fault
Mother do you recall?
When you said "you won't have it
You won't have it")