Our hell

Last went wrong, where's my prize?
Under the lights
Can we call it in, we’ll be on the road
Can we stop?
When we stop
My back will turn your face toward the fence

What if what it was it isn't now?

Oh, we know what to forget

How to do right

Colouring in the black hole

Can we stop?

When we stop

My hands will shake, my eyes will burn, my throat will ache

Watching you turn from me towards your friends...

(Emily Haines & the soft skeleton)