I think I’ve finally pinned it down
we are the in and out
hardly in-between
if you know what I mean

You are my constant headache
put your foot on the brakes
This is my last mistake
I was never quite awake

Undoing our break on the edge of disaster
We fall off of buildings for the here and the after
Turn up the volume drown out your voice
I’ve found out that really we don’t
we don’t have a choice.


Those Gray skies do abound
and we are falling in and out
blowing off steam
calm is only still a dream

He struggles to breathe
you’re weak at the knees.
faithless, you’ve bought his disease.
Struggle, you’re like nothing at all


nothing
nothing at all
like it’s nothing
nothing at all.
We are nothing, nothing in this dust.
This dust.
wha ha ho
This dust.