

{slow melodic bassline and
sparse drums} {distorted
guitar
feedback} (ahhhh) Another cold morning,
the paint is peeling
I'm staring at the cracks up on the ceiling
No room to breathe inside this empty shell
Just waiting for the tolling of the bell
{warm distorted guitar strums} And it's getting so heavy to hold
The fire is burning out
cold
{guitars
panning left and right} {crescendo}
Ending it all
so quick,
no time to look back
Fading away
to grey, fading to black (no looking back)
{explosive wall of fuzz guitars} {heavy room drums} A sudden static on
the radio dial
I haven't felt a spark in quite a while
It's easier to let the anchor drop
To let the spinning world just stop
{guitars drop to low-gain crunch}
Ending it all
so quick,
no time to look back
Fading away
to grey, fading to black (yeahhh) {full band explosion} {screaming guitar lead}
So quick... (ahhhh) {music
fades
to quiet acoustic guitar} {final feedback
loop}