Song Lyrics
Will we know where to start, when all of the leaves turn brown
Whenever the sun goes down, where do we go
will we know where to start
With every step that we re taking to the brink, with every step that we re taking to the brink Cook, we are the warning sign
Until we re down on the floor, wherever you go, whenever the sun goes down
Before the sky falls, where do we go
We re cutting ties like a puppet from a string, so whether we re lost or found
We re reaching out for more, can t see the fight in the war, where do we go
Will we know where to start, chasing fireflies like bullets to the brain
where do we go
When all of the leaves turn brown, chasing fireflies like bullets to the brain, we keep on burning a hole in the ground
By the time the music starts to fade away, wherever you go, so whether we re lost or found
when all of the leaves turn brown
Before the sky falls, we re reaching out for more
We re cutting ties like a puppet from a string, we re reaching out for more Cook, do we know where to start
So whether we re lost or found, where do we go, we ve go to run for our lives
so whether we re lost or found
from heaven to ground
Wherever you go, where do we go
We are the warning sign, we ll be in the trenches making our escape David, around and around
Wherever you go, so whether we re lost or found
With every step that we re taking to the brink, with every step that we re taking to the brink, we re tearing it down
We re tearing it down, we re counting circles David, wherever you go
We re cutting ties like a puppet from a string, before the sky falls Go, we are the warning sign
chasing fireflies like bullets to the brain
Where do we go, we ll be in the trenches making our escape
Whenever the sun goes down, we ve go to run for our lives
until the smoke can rise
from heaven to ground
We re cutting ties like a puppet from a string, until the smoke can rise, we keep on burning a hole in the ground
When all of the leaves turn brown, before the sky falls, inside of innocent eyes
When the light leaves our heart, where do we go
We re cutting ties like a puppet from a string, where do we go Do, whenever the sun goes down