Should have settled on a place, where you’d leave me behind
Full of waste, never leaving, no longer seeing
And it’s the blackest room where I find myself asleep
Hit in the head, and breaking things
With the middle said, and the ending seen
And they are fireworks, raining down through the pictures
Of our highest worth, bringing low our dead ambitions
And it’s the coldest night, where we look and see no further
Because of the darkest stars, that blind us with their firelight
Wonder how long it’ll take, for the children to
Wake up
Open eyes, closed mouth, little said
Heart rate up, and out of bed
Hit in the head and breaking things,
With the middle said, and the ending seen
And they are fireworks, raining down through the pictures
Of our highest worth, bringing low our dead ambitions
And it’s the coldest night, where we look and see no further
Because of the darkest stars, that blind us with their firelight