Žodžiai dainai: Planes Mistaken For Stars. Spearheading The Sin Movement. Bastards.

we've watched the lines form in our faces
and the smoke fall and break to code
from our hands
and a message missed was a message read
we can never leave the regrets we've wed
we've loved too little
and it's cut us to our quick
we sleep in the seconds between a swing and a hit