we dismiss the backroads and ride these streets unafraid resort 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 speach to deaf ear if you want love you must be love but if bleed love you will die loved no more the lie upon you cast in stone the 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