I'm feeling lost I have a map but it's been set on fire And I can't let go of it Fingers singed But still, directionless, I plod ahead As the compass spins around And spins, and spins around Still seeking out hope along the way But heavy thoughts can weigh your head down Passing by The intersection of the life I've lived And what could have been Looking back Can't help but dwell on everything I said And the naive fool I was Still seeking out hope along the way But heavy thoughts can weigh your head down And maybe we can find home again someday And this time it won't burn to the ground This color sky is a chilling warning The deepest red, a memento mori This color sky is a chilling warning The deepest red, a memento mori