"Honestly, you just gotta wing it,"
Just confess to the mess...

I wanna die just to feel
How much of my pain is real...

Do you think
That tomorrow will go on...

Take me back where I belong
To the place that I've prayed for all along...

Beneath the moment, static is beauty
Fragments of a face are so pretty...

Claws fray this world to the edge
We hang loose on one little ledge...

Chances are you've gone away
Distance can't be stolen every day...

On a cold night in December
I heard you whisper loud...

We are divided
By fine lines...

There's proof of sunsets when you're away from...
Yet it's hard to imagine a real sunrise when...

Seems like I never even left town
Feels like I never hit the ground...

Dedicated to everyone I love that has passed away...
When drops of Jane fall on my face...