Dust pours beneath the cracks under our feet
Your faulty faith no longer bears the weight
Your trite admissions conveyed far too late
But now some form of progress can be made
Contrived ambition forced by circumstance
Abandoned sins will not erase the past
A second chance we've anything but earned
I'll carry my regrets if you can carry yours
Find us a way out
You owe us that much
Blissful ignorance
Will not sustain us
Your hand against the rail, it worries me
Your pained white-knuckled anxiety
Don't let go now
The walls collapse as we make our escape
The pictures we had fade to memory
I can't lose you
The air that burns your lungs consumes our home
But you can breathe again it won't be long
We turn all too slowly
