kept me tied to the road of old
what was once a hand of faith turned to rust from gold
weakening position where i place my eyes alone
there is birth again i know
second chances were mean to
divide the death of our woes
let the light come clean my bones
from the ice and snow below
the color outweighs lines of magnitude
where a cold brush with death makes it hard enough to chew
the bottle that takes shape in solitude
where the numbing outlives hell until the ends just come unglued
second chances were mean to
divide the death of our woes
let the light come clean my bones
from the ice and snow below
leave it all on the floor
better to breathe in the sinking of the coast
inside the throes of the bend
let the light come clean my bones
from the ice and snow below