Skies like angels turn to rust
We hide inside our pickup trucks
Thoughts heavy like aeroplanes
Come crashing down and burst in flames
Memories, I´d cash them in for peace of mind and some discipline

No turning back
I´m starting to mend
A fortunate man I´ve always been
I tear at my heart
If I don´t concede I´m only as good as you allow me to be

Friends will come and friends will go
You, my friend, own my soul
Raindrops plummet from the sky
Inside my lungs a battle cry