Hampdens Burnt Out Sundays
Where do we go from here?
When everything we know has been changing
And how do we make it clear?
That our lives are not so varied
Waiting now for a sign to make it all worthwhile
I don't think that I can face another burnt out Sunday
And I don't think that I can lie to myself
Where do we go from here?
When all our friends have run for cover
Why do we even care?
When everything looks like crumbling
Oh no, you're moving away so far from me
