Texty: Funeral For A Friend. Welcome Home Armageddon. Medicated.

I watch the snow fall on the streets,
Dead hearts are waking up, up to see.
The black lines crossed across
The sweep of the bridge.

A man along the edge,
Drops away his pain.

Screaming out for another feeling,
Paper houses, cutting corners.
Screaming out for another feeling,
All these houses, no-one wants them.

The photographs your father made back in ?82,
All the while we stand here watching, playing the fools.

Screaming out for another feeling,
Paper houses, cutting corners.
Screaming out for another feeling,
All these houses, no-one wants them.

Paper houses, cutting corners.
All these houses, no-one wants them.

Glorified spectators,
Glorified.

Screaming out for another feeling,
Paper houses, cutting corners.
Screaming out for another feeling,
All these houses, no-one wants them now.

All these houses, no-one wants them now.
Paper houses, cutting corners.

(Grazie a Mikela per questo testo)