The beginning of a day, I'm with you and I wanna stay,

The beginning of a dawn, too late to walk ourselves back home,

Home.

But I'm not sure I understand, you bit my lip but held my hand,

But what of all the psychophants, did they falter in my hands?

Where are we gonna land? You gave me all that I demand,

What of all of our grand plans?

I'll give them to the soil and sand.

The beginning of the end, destroying every last pretence,

Think I'll leave that upto you, despite the dying embers blue,

Blue.

With setting sun and stolen gaze, hiding all the razorblades,

From the child inside my head, the one who hides under the bed.

Where are we gonna land? You gave me all that I demand.

But what of all of our grand plans?

I give to the soil and sand.

Where are we? Where are we running to?

Where are we? Where are we running to?

Where are we?

I think I'll leave that upto you.