Lyrics by Matt Kerstein

Come on and wake me from this cathedral quiet
Taken in by the Billboard Sun
What is this modern faith I can’t seem to shake?
I’m just counting on you for comfort

O, and I’ve grown so tired of saying “Maybe tomorrow.”
We figured out we gotta run
Thought the problem was we would explode
Turns out it’s just the fear of the slow fade

Hey hey hey!
I know if hurts, but that’s how you learn
C’mon it’s so easy
Just gotta stick to your guns, son
Whatever makes the blood run

So please come back to me
All the things I forgot how to be
The ancient language we forgot how to read
I need to know what’s in it for me

Took too long coming up the track
Lifestyle too hard to maintain
It all just moved right on past
We were too hard-headed to outlast
You know we always just gave it right back

I need just need a little more time before we crash into tomorrow
Give me bows for my arrows.