The handle on the door you cannot touch
The knot in the woods you cannot cut
A good thing we had too much
Smoke is rising above
The fire's getting hotter in the wind
And you're cold blackened eyes looking odd
Going blind
A splinter deep inside your second skin
The princess feeling nothing underneath
And no wonder it doesn't feel the same
Everybody's asking when you're ever coming back
And you tell them that you're sorry but you're frozen in your tracks
The foxes in the headlights never knowing it was wrong
Staring down the righteous road that is lonely and is long
The photographs and pictures that we drew
Remind us that we won't be going through
And I wondered do they even look the same
I wondered do they even look the same
Now it's going faster and we're stuck here in this place
The water's getting deeper
Cutting lines into my face
The lights are out and broken
It looks different in the dark
They're out there setting fires
You need to make your mark
Another slippery stone
We thought that it was dry
And flat enough to stand
We trusted until we died
We don't really know
We think that we are wise
Deaf and dumb and blind
We think that we have eyes
Deaf and dumb and blind
We think that we have eyes