We roam the streets looking for answers
The strange rattle of empty cans interferes with our soul
Nothing measures up to the high we once had
All around us is the silent roar
We cup our ear to the bed
Try not to sink
Always waiting
Tomorrow never enough
It all seems so unfair she moans
It is hot
The pillow is static
Feint marks of blood on the sheets
A wilderness we cannot tame
We wish a thousand dreams
Totter on the stairs
Nothing measures up to the high we once had.
