Too much time spent thinking of ways to die. Sticky liquid filters shield our eyes from the sun I`ll try to be more open in my hope for our time Blur the lines dividing what is ours and what is mine. Mother Theresa`s been working nights Say no more, I`m on my way Blister burned out on the way down Say no more, I`m on my way And we all go down And we all go down again Swore I`d bring you something, swore i'd make it mine Hands above my head stealing sunlight, from the sky And I lost myself when you went away Say no more, I`m on my way Anyway... goodbye And we all go down And we all go down again I will pass on things that I`ve been shown You`ll see too why I feel so alone in this world I`ll try to be more open with my hope for out time blur the lines dividing what is our And what is mine Say no more, I`m on my way to the sky