The Movies Over - Cog

Can we find our way home before losing everything?

I can’t say for sure because it’s still happening

And it’s true we’ve been known to fall for pots of gold and leprechauns

There’s no chauffeur on this ride life’s offering

And all things change

Become our own cliché

There’s just minutes to midnight

Is there any blood left in our hearts?

Change is constant

Finish line’s in sight

Is there and air left in our lungs?

In these final days

And it cuts to the bone, this war fought beyond the Rubicon

I seek the cure for this pain we’re suffering

And all things change

We sleep in beds we’ve made

If I lost it all, where would it leave me?

In these final days.

There’s just minutes to midnight

Is there any blood left in our hearts?

In these final days.

Can we find our way back home

Far beyond the Rubicon

In these final days.

Falling again.

Can we find our way before it?

I don’t know, it’s almost midnight

Can we find our way?

Yes, we’re on our own

We’ve seen better days

Sleep in beds we’ve made