| I'll put you back in your place | |
| We'll ride a thousand miles to find out we are empty | |
| And if I wrote out our sins | |
| It would read a thousand lies and show us we are empty | |
| Youth spent and still so young | |
| If you could have her, where would you be tonight?...Tonight | |
| Standing at attention | |
| Dreams cascading around you like rushing water | |
| Every pore is filled with hope | |
| Oh, icarus tempting fate again | |
| Altitude sickness setting in | |
| Tradewinds bury fire from broken wings into arms below | |
| The ocean losing atmosphere | |
| Eyes full of stars | |
| It chills you to bone | |
| Paranoia translates the new tone |