I'm riding alone w/ the slow wind of changennLike black doves of luck our lives just rearrangennOur lives will cross, our paths collidennYou'll leave me burning like a building on firennAnd as i tumble and my remaining embers fallnnI'll learn to forget and remember nothing at allnnI'm taking my train of thoughtnnDown the highway made of timennAnd if i return, be sure to burnnnCause this soul is coffin tightnnNothing in life is ever what it seemsnnFrom your thoughts and opinionsnnTo your hopes and your dreamsnnYeah, the past is ever present in our day to day livesnnLike a reoccurring nightmare, we reinvent our demisennSo dispose that hope, this hollow heartnnYour smiles rope, we're shades apartnnSunset smile, concrete eyesnnSinking breath, your palms designnnWe were all those colors oncennBlossoming explosions of peachy greynnBut now those flowers are dyingnnIn those seats made for decay