Wet Cement Paroles

And sloped in the ground

And while I'm picking out my favorite names
Where our future is concerned
In the steady blur of the days
What brought us here
While we try to say
"We face back all the way."
Woah! Woah!
Wooah! Woooah!

Now this cement's hardened in my chest
A world of wax
Scraped in through text

And someone was calling just before I woke up
"A broken record splits good and bad luck"

And with my pale, broken, black eyes
I still see white when the snow falls lightly Woah! Woah!
Wooah! Woooah!

Hmmm...