I put on my usual
Pack a picture from my cubicle
All I can think about is you
I'm still bleedin'
I'm still bleedin'
Verso 2: (igual ao Verso 1)
These thoughts of pain
Don't make a sound
They keep us hidden
In the lost and found
These colder months, wincing social graces
We keep with us, these fallen faces
Verso 3: (igual ao Verso 1)
These thoughts of pain
Don't make a sound
They keep us hidden
In the lost and found
These colder months, wincing social graces
We keep with us, these fallen faces
We keep with us, these fallen faces
These thoughts of pain
They'll make a sound
To keep us hidden
In the lost and found
In these colder months, wincing social graces
We keep with us, these fallen faces