It seems we're okay
Through we are medicate
To come down from the pain if it's save
We all wait for rain when the dustbowl of shame
Feels our lungs with regret that we've saved

It seems we're okay growing old from a miles of
Broken hearted and love songs in shagri-la styles
Burning fumes, alone in rooms
Occasionally high through the wait, lord the weight

Interlude

Cough it up and sift thought the remnants of old news
And leave it in the gutte to wash
Cause there ain't no blackwoods or water there run to
Just to burnout the end or the cause

It seems we're okay growing old from a miles of
Broken hearted and love songs in shagri-la styles
Burning fumes, alone in rooms
Occasionally high through the wait, lord the weight
Through the wait, lord the weight

Let's get a handle on ourselves again
And hold truth to our love and our friends

It seems we're okay growing old from a miles of
Broken hearted and love songs in shagri-la styles
Burning fumes, alone in rooms
Occasionally high through the wait, lord the weight
Through the wait, lord the weight
Through the wait, lord the weight