Carload Of Thieves From A Stranger
it's four o clock in the morning
and all you're thinking is "sorry"
there's no use in sleeping in anymore
you left your phone and your wallet
no sunshine left in your pocket
you looked up and down and
drowned your soul in the Hudson
(you drowned your soul in the Hudson)
and to think that this world
it's never been this cold
we're taking too big of steps in the wrong direction [x2]
I don’t know what to do
I have nothing to say
with these 6 scars this past week
will we ever recover to rise above and conquer all this hate?