How do you get right
With one eye closed so tight
Slipping backwards, falling prey to plastic eyes?
So hard to walk straight
For the style has made you sway
And every cavalry on every strip that bears your name
Open your eyes, you are standing empty and cold
Open your mouth if you voice can never be sold

Burn the bridge down
Take the long road into town
Where all the bastards and all the witches mark their ground
Open your eyes, you are standing empty and cold
Open your mouth if you voice can never be sold

I only know that hearts made of stone
Will rarely sail far and may never reach home
So is a cost to live dead and lost
Searching the stars to find which is ours

Well in the corners where all the lost souls have been found
Lies a purpose before yourself dead in the ground