The rain taps against the window-sill to echo in the streets
of the fog and blurry mornings of history grown obsolete
and silhouettes of burning houses to symbolize the night
guarding a dozen trash containers worth a dime of love and fright.

But the sweetest bit of irony is a sun behind the eyes
of dying students on the subways off to leave their lives behind
in the swift pursuit of anything greater than what they don't know
and the families of soldiers breathing in the status quo.

I told the whispered accidents to turn their backs away
but they whispered back, "Try to relax, pretend to be okay."
'Cause we're trying to be all-knowing and enlightened all the same
for the last chance of a second glance and wondering who's to blame.

And with a rhyme behind the reason we close our eyes to learn
of a threat beside retaliations that still shrivels and burns
on the end of cigarettes, where we inhale the smoke to stay
with the hopes of yet exhaling out the poison with the pain.

And we still won't say what we want to know when we want to know what we still won't show.
And we still won't say what we want to know when we want to know what we still won't show.

They say we drink enemy blood in headlines of the great
recycled antidotes we wrote to program fear and fate
but we have no chance at loneliness if we're never left alone
to wash our crimes away and barter all we've ever known.

But the greatest part of living is knowing you've got a lie
and a reason for a secret that has yet to see you die
for the purpose of existence is to swallow honesty
when the beauty of our fortunes are below what we believe.

And we will grow old as our bones grow cold but we're not alone in our war at home.
And we will grow old as our bones grow cold but we're not alone in our war at home.

So if you're got a record and a player in the corner,
turn it on and hear me scream of crossing lines and skipping borders.
Here's to the best part of the best mistakes and drawing right from wrong
but the parents who will hear these words will forget to read along.

And we grow to die and we live to see who we think we are, who we want to be.
And we live to die and we grow to see who we think we are, who we want to be, who we want to be.