The Dark Line in the Middle of Hope

When the morning comes*

There'll be no right from wrong

When it's getting dark out there

You better pack your things and go

Oh I know

I know

I know I've got to go

Slow down my mind you're going too fast

Slow down my mind you're going too far

I'm locked in stone and I shiver to the bone

I'm hot when it's cold and cold when it's warm

I feel like melting in the snow

I feel like melting in the snow

I long for the sun and it's white killing glows

Well my shirt it makes me sick

The

Makes me sick

The walls they make me sick

And I wonder what the others do while I dig

When the morning comes

There'll be no right from wrong

When it's getting dark out there

You better pack your things and go

Well I know

I know

I know I've got to go

Slow down my mind you're going too fast

Slow down my mind you're going too far

Slow down

Slow down

Slow down

You're gonna crash