You look cold and you look tired
You look cold and beaten
You look cold, spent, and broken
You look cold, you look like me

Isn't it hard to look outside
Isn't it hard with these eyes that won't stay closed?
Isn't it hard to look outside with these eyes
That won't stay closed?

Ever wonder why they gave us eyes?
Ever wonder what keeps us alive?
Why can't this be good enough?
Maybe we could stop the blood
Heal the wounds and make the best of it

I can't find the instructions
I never learned how to fly
Woke up today with a hole in my soul
I can't find the instructions
I never learned how to die
Woke up today with a hole in my soul

Manufactured hope and postcards
Pretty pictures of a better place
Manufactured hope and postcards
Pretty pictures of a better place
Manufactured hope and postcards
Pretty pictures of a better place
Manufactured hope and postcards
Pretty pictures of a better place
Can we make the best of it?