Lyrics

Your Game

All I fear again is in my head, awake.

When I lay down I think of you
And the moon is in line.

All I can seem to do is run in your game
Now I?ve got no ties,
My compromise is no one to blame

And best of all
We built the circus for the ride
But it filled with
Weak half-assed impossibility and lies

Yet somehow its will keeps running
To the safe things repeating on the order

Stiff needs,
Empty photographs of our sorry lives.