Roaming through shamblesnHand in handnOur fingernails digging into palmnTo indicate our first first reactionnSoaked my shoulder with your eyesnI run through my headnWithout caution to find the wordsnTo get you to stopnSobbing I utter the phrasesnOf what we will build back upnnWon't make the same mistakes againnWe will talknWon't pull away whennOne wants to show affectionnnSoaked your shoulder with my eyesnOverwhelmed by emotionnOverwhelmed with the feelingnThat everything will be oknOverwhelmed everyone will benTake these new songs of youthnBecause you are awarenWrite new songs for youthnBecause they rot inside.nnIt just showed upnBags in hand, bags in hand.nIt gives me chillsnHow easy I thought it would be.nSo I let it innBags in hand, bags in hand...