We dismiss the back roads   To ride these streets unafraid   Resigned to scraping paint   From our bones unashamed   No more the eye upon you   No more the simple man   Desolation yes hesitation no   Desolation yes hesitation no   As you might have guessed all is never shown   Desolation yes hesitation no   And in my prayers I dream alone   A silent speech to deaf ear   If you want love you must be love   But if you bleed love you will die loved   No more the lie upon you   Cast into stone and autumn shade   Desolation yes hesitation no   Desolation yes hesitation no   As you might have sensed we won't make it home   Desolation yes hesitation no   Before the rites of spring - Come to mean all things   A little taste of what may come - A mere glimpse of what has gone   Cause for the moment we are free - We seek to bind our release   Too young to die too rich to care too fucked to swear that I was there   Desolation yes hesitation no   Desolation yes hesitation no   As you might have guessed we won't make it home   Desolation yes hesitation no