Everything I censor are the feelings that are real
And every twist and turn makes somewhat more surreal
As blank as they come – inside looking
As blank as they come – outside's shocking

The weight of the world is life
The burden of life is love

And if you and I were to clash
I'm sure it won't last
It won't last

We're nothing new we're everything that's been
Our early hours seems to wear thin
A year of thirst a year of ghosts
That's us
A faded polaroid
That's us