Once a poor, shy, western kid
raised on cornflakes, family, and radio
it must have been so difficult to speak your mind
being the youngest in a group of nine
whose minds are staring at
The way across our broken lives
when common trials
meet with common virtue
will you count me in to count me out?
and the road it leads to
they'll leave a bed for you
Found myself at seventeen
just fooling around, but staying clean
your gumball ring
reminds me we've been best friends since the age of eight
we've seen the need to every day
when our minds are focused on
The way across our twisted lives
when common trials
meet with common virtue
will you count me in to count me out?
and the road it leads to
they'll leave a bed for you
Then we have to tell ourselves
we can't give in
when common trials
meet with common virtue
will you count me in to count me out?
and the road it leads to
they'll leave a bed for you
You can cross the ocean
I will cross the sea
joining into white light
to get us out of here
You can tear the pictures
I can burn the poems
someone's who's not perfect
someone's who's not real
And we left your home at seventeen
to find a life more like our dreams
we can rely on their designs
x3