Bodies littering the streets    Hear the sadness filter through the trees    Makes its way into our lungs and in our dreams    You can bottle up our voice    Sealed and labeled with a made up choice    Sell it on an on until we bleed       Feed the fire    Until there’s nothing left to burn    Except ourselves    Except ourselves    Nothing left to burn    Except ourselves    Except ourselves    Nothing left to burn       Buildings rise    Emptying our eyes    Take a number get in line    In this prison we’ve designed    I see the man    Dying in the spotlight    Carving out his heart    Blood on his guitar       Feed the fire    Until there’s nothing left to burn    Except ourselves       We bury ourselves    Under so much formality    Now we dance around each other    Careful not to breathe       We’re hiding in the air    In between the rain    Falling with the leaves    Dying where we lay    We are the ghosts of who were    Passing through these walls    Haunting our own hearts    Dead to one and all       We’re hiding in the air    In between the rain    Falling with the leaves    Dying where we lay    We are the ghosts of who we were    Passing through these walls    Haunting our own hearts    Dead to one and all       We’re hiding in the air    In between the rain    Falling with the leaves    Dying where we lay    We are the ghosts of who we were    Passing through these walls    Haunting our own hearts    Dead to one and all       We’re hiding in the air    In between the rain    Falling with the leaves    Dying where we lay    The ghosts of who we were    Passing through these walls    Haunting our own hearts       We are the ghosts of who we were