Written While Driving
IN A DARK LAND
WITH A PALE SKY
WHERE THE PAIN LIVES
AND THE FEAR GROWS
HOLDING ON TO ALL THE THINGS
I DO NOT NEED
CONSCIENCE BLEEDS RED
AND DREAMS BECOME DUST
WHEN THE HOT WIND
SWEEPS THE COLD EARTH
RUNNING WITH MY EYES CLOSED
I DO NOT SEE
WITH A PALE SKY
WHERE THE PAIN LIVES
AND THE FEAR GROWS
HOLDING ON TO ALL THE THINGS
I DO NOT NEED
CONSCIENCE BLEEDS RED
AND DREAMS BECOME DUST
WHEN THE HOT WIND
SWEEPS THE COLD EARTH
RUNNING WITH MY EYES CLOSED
I DO NOT SEE
