7 Hours7 hours to feel the weight again
Making a sacrifice
Watching light seep in, it's a lot to contain
More than you'd realize
Fading into second and you're trying to control
Should you know better, should you know a way
A way to quit scraping
CandleStay at home still hollow
Pirouetting around a candle
To speak
Should have followed
Silver spine, make an arrow
ExploreHead on the sidewalk, shoulder, pass
You stare sideways most of the night
What do you know
You can write it in the snow
First to explore
And the writing turns to gold
You give everything away
FinalBack in Davidson, it's final
In a weighted truck, it's final
Just two ways to go, way out
Too good to say no, it's final
Gone before you could exonerate her
for leaving it open for an escape
Hands DownAre we safe here, are we out of range
Help me understand what you want to change
Barely speaking, sleeping days from here
Waiting by the gate, waiting for someone to turn around
Is it a recital or something for attention
Is it just chemical, something for a night out
Just a bit of camouflage in a down year
Help YourselfI don't require anything more
Nothing from you
Help yourself
Pushing a wire
Surrounded, acquired
Leaves you indifferent this time
HorizonWe left it loose
In the back again
Tied a knot
Chase around again
When the scream feels reckless to you
Couldn't wait to see them cringing
In the corner, silhouetted in a mess
TrailsHeather, dancing with her friends
Looking over her shoulder to catch you
Watching her having fun without you
It's brand new era
Of all the places you could go
You picked a torture den and you're breaking
Save yourself and turn around