The rope is broken,
Down to its last string,
As it’s been traveling,
Across the desert’s sea,
...
Wooden hinges,
On a rusty bench,
In a sleeping city,
Of the coast of time,
...
If these walls could talk,
If the land could walk,
I’d see the city as it was,
If the eyes of the sea,
...
Crush me up inside,
Make me realize,
That I can be anything,
Start me over,
...
I feel it sneaking inside,
Sneaking inside my breath,
I feel it soaking me in its magnificent,
I feel my blood start to fall,
...
Thirty-one questions,
For the city boys who wander,
Or the angels in heaven,
Thirty-one songs,
...
Footsteps are found,
Found on grainy sand,
Across the horizon’s ocean,
Of a sunny mind,
...
Nothing will ever have a happy ending,
But sometimes it’s not the happy ending you look for,
And what your definition of a happy ending is,
For all you must know is that life will be hard,
...
We walked away,
Through the blizzard,
Left footprints,
But they won’t last,
...
We smear our hands across,
Across the blazing fire,
To catch some color,
And flick it into the air,
...