OH WHAT ARE WE DOING
WE ARE TURNING INTO DUST
PLAYING HOUSE IN THE RUINS OF US

RUNNING BACK THROUGH THE FIRE
WHEN THERES' NOTHING LEFT TO SAVE
ITS LIKE CHASING THE VERY LAST TRAIN WHEN ITS TOO LATE

OH IT TEARS ME UP
I TRY TO HOLD ON, BUT IT HURTS TOO MUCH