On the road again, the lights flashing forward,
ejected from a life lived before.
Falling in a blackout,

still surfing through the thick crowd..
The roots of sleep made a door,
reflecting how people feel sore.

We're throwing a party, you're invited,
you're hidden, we're still excited to have you here.


Prechorus

I can feel your hands,

I can see you dance.

Chorus


burning eyes and closing lips,
silence fills the room.

we all know that death is not your tomb.
In a field of dreams,
wrapped around in glass,

memories at shutterspeed,
the life of the past,
still carries on, your strings to pull us through,

the sounds the newborns carry you.

Verse 2


embodiments are fragile,
but legacys are strong,

we all make our choices,
labeled right or wrong.
to burn a nation in inspiration,

the afterburn is what makes us learn.
broken souls learn the most,
now you're flying through airwaves and radios.


the living fall out of shape,
while the dead voices retaliate,

and keep burning through this world of lies,
glowing fragments like fireflies.