Working Title P.S.
[Verse 1]
We all went home
To search ourselves
There's no one left
To feed us now
We all want more
Then what we have
Just pick me up
And let me down
[Chorus]
State your reason for cushioning your fall
I call it treason please share with me your thoughts
[Verse 2]
I've learned to find my place to hide
My circus of rust and lies
We take it down these holy ties
Just run away and follow blind
[Bridge]
Do you enter lives
Without knocking or warning
Do you count the lives
And pace the night til' morning
