Mags/Pal Waaktaar)

Was that somebody screaming

It wasn't me for sure

I lift my head up from uneasy pillows

Put my feet on the floor

Cut my wrist on a bad thought

And head for the door

Outside on the pavement

The dark makes no noise

I can feel the sweat on my lips

Leaking into my mouth

I'm heading out for the steep hills

They're leaving me no choice

And see...as our lives are in the making:

We belive through the lies and the hating

That love goes free



For want of an option

I run the wind 'round

I dream pictures of houses burning

Never knowing nothing else to do

With death comes the morning

Unannounced and new

Was it too much to ask for

To pull a little weight

They forgive anything but greatness

These are scoundrel days

And I'm close to calling out their names

As pride hits my face

Woah!

See...as our lives are in the making:

We believe through their lies and the hating

That love goes free through scoundrel days



I reach the edge of town

I've got blood in my hair

Their hands touch my body

From everywhere

But I know that I've made it

As I run into the air

And see...as our lives are in the making:

We believe through the lies and the hating

That love goes through

Through scoundrel days