we're off the colored linesnninto the grey horizonnnand every place we findnnis way too far to mentionnnand we live on borrowed timennon sacred conversationsnnin towers for the blindnnwe'll find another visionnnnnthe bigger the cloudsnnand the strain all the closer to younnnnwe're counting down the daysnnthe off road benedictionsnnthe number one conclusionnnis way too sad to mentionnnand we live on planet nothingnnon random bouts of lightnnon evening valedictionsnnthat lighten up the nightnnnnthe bigger the cloudsnnand the strain all the closer to younnnnthe longer the wait for the storm all the closer to younnnni really hope you don't go downnni hope you get it rightnni hope the past the monstersnnstay at home tonightnnnnthe bigger the cloudsnnand the strain all the closer to younnnnthe longer the wait for the storm all the closer to you