Did you expect it all to stop
At the wave of your hand?
Like the sun is just going to drop
If it’s night you demand
Well, in the dark we are just air
So the house might dissolve
But once we are gone, who is gonna care
If we were ever here at all?

Well, summer is going to come
It’s gonna cloud our eyes again
There's no need to focus
When there is nothing that it worth seeing

So we trade liquor for blood in an attempt to tip the scales
I think you lost what you loved in that mess of details
They seemed so important at the time
But now you can’t even recall
Any of the names, faces, or lines
It is more the feeling of it all

Well, winter's gonna end
I’m gonna clean these veins again
So close to dying that I finally can start living

[Interview]