When the lights should've be on
i caught sands swirling away
you cant feel if youre even moving along
My courage at my feet, crumpled and gray
and when you arrive there
i will turn to ashes
I create, i re-ivent, I fail, I repeat
I'm bruised, i can't choose, the two paths never meet
and I look to the sky, and and all I see is dust
now im down, now i know, i should've went with luck
and the angels all have shotguns and are guarding the sky
and the barrels pointed skywards and a silent eye
