Žodžiai dainai: Hillcrest Road. Postcards (Lost In The Mail).

Pulled by the weight of the world
The moon fell away today
Plunging the night deep down and into disarray
And I am stumbling just to find my way
Stumbling as it slips away

And we're in darkness, which is the hardest.
And there's no progress amidst the promise
Of better days Or better ways

The scent's gone cold, the path's awry.
Dreams take hold as life goes by.
And no matter what you are told
Life's but a tear in the eye.
A mask without a face; a scent without a trace
The outside is what's shown, but living is in the unknown.

And why you can't see that in you're dreams
You're finally free.
But now we find that in our minds
Things just aren't what they seem to be.

The scent's gone cold, the path's awry.
Dreams take hold as life goes by
And no matter what you're told
Life's but a tear in the eye.
A mask without a face has no place, not a trace
We've hidden what's shown; you're here in the unknown.

And I'm stumbling just to find my way
Stumbling as it fades away