What's the point in keeping track where the exit's at?
Thinking 'bout another way, knowing that it's just one way, ain't no turning back, no
There's nothing for me after disaster, I promise you that
Vision getting hollow
Try again tomorrow
Devil on my shoulders
Nights are getting colder
Am I getting closer
Will I ever know
How long will I have to wait,
The minutes dripping into days,
Counting down the soon until it's now?
How far will I have to run,
Or stand here staring at the sun,
Til you're mine, no shadow of a doubt?
I guess we'll find out
Go and ask the crow not to sing or stop using its wings
Tell a mountain time to lie down, give its views to the ground, see how fast it shrinks
Look into the eyes of a statue, tell me who blinks
I ain't changing either
It's not a flaw it's a feature