We're holding out for something else
You can't give back with all you sell
You gave it up, without love
You're dirty hands and picture frames
Hold images of broken shame
You gave it up without love

You give and you sell
And you break your back in the revelry
I'm all the things you'll never be
All of the time

With fracture hearts in disrepair
These funerals we'll always bear
You gave us up, without love
These photographs and guilty names
Are pointless tools deferring blame
You gave us up without love

You give and you sell and
You break your back in the revelry
I'm all the things you'll never be
All of the time

We sleep tonight, with fear and spite
But I can't let go of myself
The ghosts inside, collect my pride
As fractures fold
To fight control again

You give and you sell and
You break your back in the revelry
Im all the things you'll never be
All of the time

We're holding out for something else
You can't give back with all you self
Your dirty hands and guilt name
Can never hide the things that you have done