New soul, hands cold, holding on to everything you ever owned.
That's the feeling that you get when your outside, it's the place you often hide when there's no one left beside you.
And new clothes won't slow, all the money that your future self would blow.
That's the feeling that you left when you gave out, it's enough to make you shout but there's no one left beside you.

All the moments that you held yourself so high, there was nowhere else to lie except right beside you.
And when the dream grew legs and came for you at night, you were hiding in the sky and he, he couldn't find you.
It's the thought you never had.

With goals envisioned in neighborhood prisons and everything given from somewhere inside.
Why hide the pride you gathered here? Sleep off the rust while the dreams gather dust.
Can you call it free when the mind won't wake? Can the eyes still see what the hands won't take?
If it's just too lonely, this road only leads to unconscious perfect unknown.

All the moments that you held yourself so high, there was nowhere else to lie except right beside you.
And when the dream grew legs and came for you at night, you were hiding in the sky and he, he couldn't find you.
It's the thought you never had.

All the moments that you, all the moments that you held yourself so high, there was nowhere else to lie except right beside you.
And when the dream grew legs and came for you at night, you were hiding in the sky and he, he couldn't find you.
It's the thought you never had. It's the thought you never had.