We were the gray sound boys,
We break and just made ends,
Weathered the coldest horse.

On the warmth of the war heads,
We float away on silvery sleds,
Perfecting my useless charms.

We bend, we break, we just can't stand it,
We got no money so we're running away,
This time is wrong, let's demand it.
Is there a cure?

Between the cracks in the asphalt,
The lines are drawn but quickly divide,
Meant from the boldest darks.

As the summer migrates,
The frost recedes away for the fire,
And hides in the thickest fogs.

We bend, we break, we just can't stand it,
We got no money so we're running away,
This time is wrong, let's demand it.
Is there a cure?

Cause everybody knows there's no solution,
Not everybody gets what they would like.
I don't want to be here for tonight.

I'll hit my stride in some other life.

Cause everybody knows there's no solution,
Not everybody gets what they would like.
I don't want to be in this place forever,
I don't want to be here for tonight.

If I try to run, do you think I might find it?
I don't even think that there is time,
If you wanna go that's your decision,
Never been the one that said "Goodbye."

Cause everybody knows there's no solution,
Not everybody gets what they would like.
I don't want to be in this place forever,
I don't want to be here for tonight.

If I try to run, do you think I might find it?
I don't even think that there is time,
If you wanna go that's your decision,
Never been the one that ever said "Goodbye."