The night bleeds day,    with every breath I take   reality brings,   bright eyes, smooth skin.      So what is left from this,   a bottle of broken self.   In a moment it’ll all be gone,   til the next time when it all comes back.      Come on,   feed a lie,   watch the birth,   kiss the dirt.   kiss it.      Next time has come and gone,   what will bring the end,   a promise thrown into the night,   or a little reminder.      So what is left from this,   a bottle of broken self.      In a moment it’ll all be gone,   til the next time when it all comes back.      feed a lie,   watch the birth,   kiss the dirt.   kiss it.      Searching through these pieces,   looking for your shadow.   Getting closer all the time.      Countless words,   in a sea of explanation,   flailing to grasp,   a rock (to stand).      Shoulda let you go      Searching through these pieces,   looking for your shadow.   Getting closer all the time.      feed a lie,   watch the birth.   kiss the dirt.