Στοίχοι: Haste The Day. Pressure the Hinges.

Now I?m running out of reasons
And I spoke too soon
The clock weighs on the counter top
And everything is sinking through the floor

You hold the door
And I?ll pressure the hinges
Would you trust these locks?
And sleep to hide your secrets?

Dodging bullets is easier
When you don?t believe in fate

And I swear, yes I swear
That we won?t make it obvious
When we turn around again

What are you afraid of?
Are you scared you?re not alone?
You keep running out
Turn around again

You aspire to be helpless, hopeless
Burning all your dreams

I?m running low on secrets
That will quench your thirsty ears
And I count the seconds
Between distraction and the moment

Fifteen seconds till melt down
Fifteen seconds till the roof will hit the floor

So I see the light in the stairway
And the room is littered with maps and hotel keys
So we turn around again

What are you afraid of?
Are you scared you?re not alone?
You keep running out
Turn around again

You aspire to be helpless, hopeless
Burning all, burning all your dreams
Your dreams, your dreams, your dreams

Wear the robe of the pig skin
And he?ll wear the crown
Wear the robe of the pig skin
And he?ll wear the crown

He?ll run and he?ll run
And he?ll run till you stop him

What are you afraid of?
Why are you so afraid?
Turn around again

I see your eyes changing
And your passion?s gone again
You?re still running out
Turn around again

We desire to be comforted
In this broken world you?re in

Fifteen seconds till
Fifteen seconds till