Album Name : The Truth Is…
Release Date : 2008-11-10
Song Duration : 5:10
Failsafe Cities And Headlights
I'm stuck here with my hands tied
On the floor surrounded by moonlight.
Cascade, I fall from the hillside.
Swept away, I suffer the landslide.
The rush of cities and headlights
Is reborn to a mêlée of human cries,
But it's too late to prise open shut eyes
To see more of the world that we've chastised.
Well, where did we go wrong?
The past is engraved and set in stone for us to keep-
We've suffered the worst of it.
I'm stuck down here with my hands tied
On the floor surrounded by eager eyes.
It's too late to question our lifestyles,
Swept away, I suffer the landslide.
Pick yourself off the ground.
Remove the shackled from around your perforated skin.
Pick yourself off the ground.
Remove the shackled from around your perforated skin.
Well, where did we go wrong?
The past is engraved and set in stone for us to keep-
We've suffered the worst of it.
There's no solution if you forget what you've done,
You need to find the route of every problem.
There's no solution if you forget what you've done,
You need to find the route of every problem.
There's no solution if you forget what you've done,
You need to find the route of every problem.
So pick yourself off the ground.
Remove the shackled from around your skin.
Remove the shackled from around your perforated skin.
Well, where did we go wrong?
The past is engraved and set in stone for us to keep-
We've suffered the worst of it.
