Besedila: Lansdowne. Leaving Boston. Can't See.

I've got an eye for trouble,
An ear for the distant rumble
Of rolling thunder,
Oh you fall and then you crash.

You tell me you've lost the meaning,
Cut yourself just to see the bleeding;
Can't feel it anyway,
You'd need to be alive for that.

You can't see
The brilliance of your faults.
Dwell impatiently
On memories that haunt

The choices we make,
They make us who we are.
So make your mistakes,
Learn from them and move on.

You tell me you've tried to change things,
But more hell is all that change brings.
I'd give you a light to shine
But you're raining too damn hard.

You're pissed at what life put you through,
Tearin' up all the dreams that faith drew,
You won't let go of all the loneliness you guard.

You can't see
The brilliance of your faults.
Dwell impatiently
On memories that haunt

The choices we make,
They make us who we are.
So make your mistakes,
Learn from them and move on.

And you can't see
The brilliance of your faults.
Dwell impatiently
On memories that haunt