Paint black the card when you put it at my place
Burn away the scar and from my memory erase like in the morning when the dreams are gone

In a history of words there's bound to be some lies
Thats why we work in motion, breaking hearts with severed ties
Now just tell me who's side you're on
When teenage fucking angst meets with adult fucking rage and it all comes together on a tired fucking stage

And all we've got left is this song
Of all the bleeding hearts in all the fucking towns who'd know it'd be our own that brings us down
Send a letter once you've gone
We cut our teeth on the road. face blown red by the wind
Searching for something to hold
Getting knocked down, picked ourselves up again
We're bringing it back soaked in blood
Holding our heads in our hands
Nursing continental wounds and praying for some good friends

So we see its not all its meant to be
We took the lies for granted and now its plain to see that in the end we all were wrong
Broke and beaten, this highways fucking cold
A million miles from nowhere and the last soul has been sold
We should have known this all along

Miss the sound of the suburbs and the phone that speaks your name
Words lost on you
Now we're down to our last bit of luck, caution blown away by the wind
All because we gave a fuck and never wanted to end
We're bringing it back soaked in blood
Holding our fucking heads in our hands
Nursing continental wounds and praying for some good friends
Praying for some short ends