This ordinary room is turning
Into something of a prison hole
And the only thing we know for certain
Is that don’t nobody know
You think none of this is real, that’s why you never try
To tear it down or build it up, it’s the same
On another lonely evening
When you staying up counting omens
In the morning is it so disturbing
That you just won’t let it go You think hurting gives you license
To do anything at all
But you gotta take your medicine
Allow your hands to lose their grip and let it fall
It’s a wonder anyone can breathe here
With a smoke too thick to cough
So we’re falling as we run from cover
From the bombs we’re setting off
You think hurting gives you license
To do anything at all
But you gotta take your medicine
Allow your hands to lose their grip and let it fall
Allow your hands to lose their grip and let it fall
So we’re watching another good day fading
How we’re gonna leave the hang man hanging?
Girl one day you know it all melts into air