So I left my basement to the sound of the leaves
And a distant roar
Of a thousand cars putting cracks in the street
On the city's floor
Then stomp my ignorance to an orchestra of life
And bury with the tuneless noise that just fills up my insides
So I followed the street lines, they led back to some place
I can barely call home
On a sorrowed retreat, wishing you might have stayed
To prolong my false hope
And I would miss my home if I knew where it was
But there's a knowing now and it's not enough
And it can never be enough
(It keeps happening)
So I knot the rope then cut it loose
I establish it ties to a lack of proof
Oh I knew it'd be dark down this road
Then walk a path I can't turn back
And let it ring through the pitch black
Through everything