We dismiss the back roads 
To ride these streets unafraid 
Resigned to scraping paint 
From our bones unashamed 
No more the eye upon you 
No more the simple man 
Desolation yes hesitation no 
Desolation yes hesitation no 
As you might have guessed all is never shown 
Desolation yes hesitation no 
And in my prayers I dream alone 
silent speech to deaf ear 
If you want love you must be love 
But if you bleed love you will die loved 
No more the lie upon you 
Cast into stone and autumn shade 
Desolation yes hesitation no 
Desolation yes hesitation no 
As you might have sensed we won't make it home 
Desolation yes hesitation no 
Before the rites of spring [bad word] to mean all things 
little taste of what [bad word] - mere glimpse of what has gone 
Cause for the moment we are free - We seek to bind our release 
Too young to die too rich to care too [bad word] to swear that I was there 
Desolation yes hesitation no 
Desolation yes hesitation no 
As you might have guessed we won't make it home 
Desolation yes hesitation no