Lying in bed as the tears creep near,
Losing my life is not what I fear...

I came to see you and your face of cards.
But I sought what was wrong and missed by yards...

Bucket of nines on the table, words playing over...
He makes his way out on the prayer thats at hand...

(1st Verse)
Sick of this feeling gotta get away from you...

Wishing you to hell and back, will never quench my...
But only on the darkest night will my anger...

Sometimes I feel that in the end,
I still havent more time to spend...

Why does it always end with a kiss?
Why does it always end up like this...

Do not walk,
Do not talk...

Vortex of spinning fury,
Hurricanes of dim fate...

Dear America,
Your shores are long and golden...