Hanging under streetlights
with bottles in our hands,
yeah we're holding onto nothing,
but the hatred in our heads.
Ours is not a fairy tale
and we don't remember dreams,
sometimes things are just the way they seem.
When we were young, yeah we were young.
This realities a leech
the only cures poison,
Bottle, lonely bottle
Body, broken body
Towards the livers of our fathers.
When we were young, yeah we were young. Once.
Cause I used to pray when I heard sirens,
now I only ever pray for silence.
There's too much noise to be ignored.
And the ringing in my ears.
Reminds me of the parts of me:
imprisoned by monotony,
embedded into the routine
and if you feel it, help me sing.
We're the broken ones
We're growing old, we're dying young
We're the hopeless ones
When the bottles done
We're the broken ones
with bottles in our hands,
yeah we're holding onto nothing,
but the hatred in our heads.
Ours is not a fairy tale
and we don't remember dreams,
sometimes things are just the way they seem.
When we were young, yeah we were young.
This realities a leech
the only cures poison,
Bottle, lonely bottle
Body, broken body
Towards the livers of our fathers.
When we were young, yeah we were young. Once.
Cause I used to pray when I heard sirens,
now I only ever pray for silence.
There's too much noise to be ignored.
And the ringing in my ears.
Reminds me of the parts of me:
imprisoned by monotony,
embedded into the routine
and if you feel it, help me sing.
We're the broken ones
We're growing old, we're dying young
We're the hopeless ones
When the bottles done
We're the broken ones