Don’t know what’s left, but I know what’s right
Can’t keep the riddle settled down tonight
Put your best suit on, holes in the shoes
Bright eyed and blood-shoot, no heat in the living room
Emblazoned with fortitude, cracking knuckles on the bench
Pick up the empty bottle, put the bed to rest
Singing praises, hail on the tin
Bleed it all out, bleed-it-all-out
No stranger to this sound, next minute coming in
Gentle hands we can feel,
We can feel
Unity gains with the caving in
We give it all up just to get in
Wake me up, wake me up
Ambient dreams, got me drinking all my hope
Singing praises, hail on the tin
Bleed it all out, bleed-it-all-out
No stranger to this sound, next minute coming in
Gentle hands we can feel,
We can feel
Bells and missiles with one knee on the ground
Arms reach out, arms reaching out
Bells and missiles with one knee on the ground
Arms reach out, arms reaching out
Small world wonders, “why the big city thunder?”
Which way to the road home is where to stumble
With arms reaching out
With arms reaching out