I Hear Hell's Nice This Time Of Year

The headlights are blinding, the flash is cutting through my sight. Forced to shut them, I'm slipping off the road and autumn showers are bidding their farewells, the world is rolling and I'm changing.
The stars are cascading right into our arms and dreams are fading, so what did you do? You smashed them like we were ten pins and in that gutter I felt like this was it. Then I came right back, straight at... the hand that let me go.

And we're dying, we're trying to move on from this.

Gift wrap this back together and send it out! Let's shout until the lies fall down! But yet we can't stop setting fire to ourselves just to keep warm.

I'm not faltering, we've come so far above the water, to sink and drown as my scarred flesh burns igniting my life.

Written by Chris Yeoman and David Wigglesworth - 2006