Из альбома: Postrockology
Shackled to the weight of what we’ve lost
Rules and regulations, ticking clocks
Now there’s no map to find our way back home
Disoriented is all we’ve ever known
Losing sense, pounding and flashing lights
Still it looks like the end of the world at the end of the night.
Promises that get so hard to keep
I’m holding my stomach, singing myself to sleep
(chorus)
We’re praying for blackouts now
(we're getting out, we’re getting out)
I know somehow we’re getting out
(verse)
Follow me down here, I won’t look back
For fear of reprisals, the weight of the counter attack
Dividing the spoils of a war we could never endorse
Ending our lives in the red seems par for the course
(chorus)
We’re praying for blackouts now
(we're getting out, we’re getting out)
I know somehow we’re getting out
(outro)
Day after day, cradle to grave
I’m still the same boy I always was
(If I should die, think this of me)
I’m still the same boy I always was