All Go Down

Too much time spent
 thinking of ways to die.
 Sticky liquid filters shield our eyes
 from the sun
 I'll try to be more
 open in my hope for our time
 Blur the lines dividing what is ours
 and what is mine.
 Mother Theresa's been working nights
 Say no more, I'm on my way
 Blister burned out on the way down
 Say no more, I'm on my way
 And we all go down
 And we all go down again
 Swore I'd bring you something, swore i'd make it mine
 Hands above my head stealing sunlight, from the sky
 And I lost myself when you went away
 Say no more, I'm on my way
 Anyway... goodbye
 And we all go down
 And we all go down again
 I will pass on things that I've been shown
 You'll see too why I feel so alone in this world
 I'll try to be more open with my hope for out time
 blur the lines dividing what is our
 And what is mine
 Say no more, I'm on my way to the sky