Numb, as we bleed

In a lonely hour

And it's cold as we prone

What a sight tonight

And the soul it'd flown

All to bones

While nothing's right

To begin within

And we're overwhelmed

Tired at height

While nothing's right

To begin within

And we're taught to believe

All the things will last

But what we get

Is to cope with the things that passed

All alone in

All alone

And the soul had flown

While nothing's right

To begin within

And we're overwhelmed

Tired at height

While nothing's right

To begin within