In the quiet moments
Where distractions don’t distract
As the silence foments
And we decide to react
No raindrop in the flood feels responsible
For the destruction that ensues
But the ruins are age old
Don’t treat them like they’re something new
Before we can dream
We need a place to lay our heads down
Hard as it seems
We’re still not the same when it comes ‘round
And there’s a luxury
That we don’t fully get
In being able to turn off
The television set
And there’s life outside
The four walls of this box
And we can change the doors
But we gotta change the locks
Before we can dream
We need a place to lay our heads down
Hard as it seems
We’re still not the same when it comes ‘round
Before we can dream
We need a place to lay our heads down
Hard as it seems
We’re still not the same when it comes ‘round
Torn apart at the seam
And watch it all come down, down
Like a leaf in a stream
There’s no turning around now
'Til rolling is the head that wears the crown
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