We've been living off your pulse in the abscence of light
The only sensation we feel is the draft for the freezing outside
Our eyes glance at the clock, waiting for the munites to move
Bathed in digital light that paints everything in view.
We've spent those past few years contemplating an escape
If death is the consequence it's a chance we take.

Open your eyes. Flash your brights. Ignore octagon shaped signs.
You're fucking drowsy if you think this drive will get you further than our street.
You're fucking drowsy if you think this torch will burn precisely as you seek.
You ask how the fuck do our hearts beats so long untouched and the beauty of it...
Trite, awkward gestures frame the canvas of what we claim to be.
Night driving so long we are in the furthest points of a car.
Night driving for so long sitting in the furthest points of a car.
watching the cob webs grow from wall to wall

You asked for my thoughts on the politics of whether God exists or not.
We live our lives by dialogues on bathroom stalls.

You ask how the fuck do our hearts beats so long untouched and the beauty of it...
Trite, awkward gestures frame the canvas of what we claim to be.

Open your eyes. Flash your brights.Ignore octagon shaped signs.
You're fucking drowsy if you think this drive will get you further than our street.
You're fucking drowsy if you think this torch will burn precisely as you seek.

Open your eyes if you think that this torch will do anything
more than infect old sores and heat up cold wars
Open your eyes if you think that this torch will do anything
more than infect old sores and heat up cold wars

Up go our hopes like smoke from the cigarettes in a bar
The only reason we breath is cause the pure air is sparce