I see your face
You had no calls for a week and you're
Counting the fingerprints on your phone
While everyone else
Is alive in the place that no one told you to go

We're crawling past
A crumpled heap of metal that is
Decorated with blue and red lights
And I heard you say
"If we're all gonna die then it doesn't mean anything."

Doesn't that make it mean everything?
Doesn't that make it mean everything to us?
Doesn't it make you want everything
Before they take away everything from us?

Doesn't it make you want everyone
That you have ever loved something they know?
Doesn't it make you feel anything
Is better than feeling nothing at all?