Rust on the chain, rain on the glass Watching the hours, just letting them pass There's a hole in the ceiling where the cold gets in And a fire we started that is wearing thin I've been walking this street since a quarter to three Looking for a shadow that resembles me. (Pre-Chorus) (Distorted guitars start to build, the bass throbs heavier) And I don’t want to be the one who breaks But the ground is shaking with all my mistakes Yeah, my hands are tied to a sinking stone And I’m tired of weathering the storm alone. (Chorus) (Massive, explosive grunge distortion, soaring, wailing vocals) And I’m falling down an empty well! Trying to buy what they won't sell! Yeah, the river's dry, but I'm drowning still Can't wash away this bitter pill! Oh, wash it away... (Verse 2) (Back to the quiet, moody groove) Shadows are crawling up the bedroom wall I wait for a voice, but nobody calls Got a pocket of dust and a heart of lead Can't shake the echoes circling my head You said you’d be the anchor, you said you’d be the light But you faded out like a thief in the night. (Pre-Chorus) (Building distortion) And I don’t want to be the one who breaks But the ground is shaking with all my mistakes Yeah, my hands are tied to a sinking stone And I’m tired of weathering the storm alone. (Chorus) (Massive, explosive grunge distortion, wailing vocals) And I’m falling down an empty well! Trying to buy what they won't sell! Yeah, the river's dry, but I'm drowning still Can't wash away this bitter pill! (Bridge) (Heavy, sludgy, half-time riff. Vocals alternate between a low growl and a high, strained wail) (Low) Digging a hole in the pale moonlight... (High) Oh, give me the sun, give me the light! (Low) Taking the blame for a broken design... (High) Yeah, you’re crossing the line, crossing the line! (High scream) Yeah! (Guitar Solo) (Wah-pedal soaked, bluesy, aggressive guitar solo that bends and shrieks over the heavy rhythm section) (Chorus) And I’m falling down an empty well! Trying to buy what they won't sell! Yeah, the river's dry, but I'm drowning still Can't wash away this bitter pill! (Outro) (The distortion fades away, leaving just the bass and a solitary acoustic guitar) Just a bitter pill... Swallow it down... Fade into the grey... Wash it all away... (A single guitar feedback note rings out and slowly dies)
