Besedila:
Kids In The Way Apparitions Of Melody The Dead Letters Edition

left me standing alone To face the demons in my head We're making fiction of our lives Burning pages as we write We read the lies between the lines These dead letters

They?re breaking down the wall They?re knocking at the door Searching for a soul that gives them more When the music dies, the apparitions of melody

I never meant to hurt you I never thought my words could cut right through, leaving open wounds In all this open space, I took myself into a place I

Crowded streets and the memories of all the faces you see You don?t know who I am when you?re looking at me Hang me tonight in the false and jaded light

This is my final resting place, I?m never gonna let my hands wander free This will be my unchanging phase You?re never gonna see my sad and guilty ways

your eyes We live like whores We?re killing dreams for little boys and little girls It?s our nation, we were living for the day On our way to devastation