Well, a goodbye never seems finished Just like these songs that I write They hang aloft like stars in the night But there's nothing there but the illusion of a light And you, you could've been mine Your mother, she's an actress And we're all putting on a

Show yourself Lose yourself You're not as safe as far as I can tell And I can tell Only you can save yourself Soon this will all be a distant memory Or could this dream be real at all? Stars align

So hold on, Hold on to what we are, Hold on to your heart. In the spring we made a boat Out of feathers, out of bones. We set fire to our homes, Walking barefoot in the snow. Distant rhythm of the drum As we drifted towards the storm.

Our lives will not be lived in vain We're throwing wrenches in the gears These machines feed on the tears of broken lives and dying dreams Are we so alone, So distant, So forgotten, As we think ourselves to be? These are our lives But did they ever even

And the sound of distant thunder. The tall weeds lay flat down On the hard flat Kansas ground. And a sad song in her head, Kept blowin' round. She barely even knew his name,

Eu digo que eu sou O antigo do que vai adiante Eu fico onde estou Prefiro continuar distante Bem mais que o tempo Que nós perdemos Ficou pra trás também O que nos juntou

No, this shit ain't been the same no, we so distant Know you miss how I be thuggin', on my hood shit Girl, I miss how we be fuckin', and you ain't my bitch Got a nigga in my feelings Got a nigga in my feelings, in my feelings Yeah yeah (yeah) Girl, if

And the sound of distant thunder. The tall weeds lay flat down On the hard flat Kansas ground. And a sad song in her head, Kept blowin' round. She barely even knew his name,

Burning fires burning lives on the long distant roads Through the lost mountains endless so far away from home Warrior soldiers forever we fought long ago We're all lost in the darkness so far away from home We will ride with fire burning hot towards the

And the sound of distant thunder. The tall weeds lay flat down On the hard flat Kansas ground. And a sad song in her head, Kept blowin' round. She barely even knew his name,