My legs are limp
My shoes suckled stone
All i want, is for you to come back home
I've yelled your name through fields alone
All i want, is for you to come back home
Sirens screech that terrible tone
Lead me deeper, through the world of the unknown
Sirens screech that terrible tone
Loudmouthed ushers wearing suits without cologne

Rather than fabricate the past, i'll plant it in an underground stteel safe you can't crack. Then we can still imagine all we had. we will be the faces of the future at last