The sun in every room is turning Into something of a prison home And the only thing we know for certain Is that don't nobody know You think none of this is real, that's why you never try To tear it down or build it up, it's the same On another lonely evening When you staying up counting all hands In the morning it is so disturbing That you just won't let it go You think hurting gives you licence To do anything at all But you gotta take your medicine To allow your hands to lose their grip and let it fall It's a wonder anyone can breathe here With the smoke too thick to cough So we're falling as we run for cover From the bombs we're setting on So we're watching another good day fit in How we're gonna leave a hanged man hanging? Cause one day you know it all is 'bout to give in