Throw my clothes in the fire
I'm ready to shed this skin...

Huddle in the corner
grasping eachothers fingers...

Standing here on the corner where we met
seeing the faces of people we once loved...

Its hard to watch you slip away
ragged with telltale signs of age...

He's nothing more than a broken man
clinging to these shards of glass...

Let's lay across the sunset,
and watch the colors collide...

My feet have grown weary
from running on this path of glue...

The harden faces of newly bred soldiers
synchronized they march through the streets...

I stumbled over our picture today
Grand station shined in the background...

Lying on the soft grass
watching the moon begin rise...

One hazy night,
values were compromised...

Tonight can we let go of past scars
and just wear our hearts on our sleeves...