(Tempo: Somber, hollow, with a slow, echoing drum beat—like a door closing at the end of a corridor.) (Verse 1) The office is too quiet, the air is cold and still There’s a hole in the center that no file can ever fill Spence is staring at her desk, his jaw locked tight and hard He’s the soldier left standing, keeping watch over the yard But his eyes are asking questions that I don't want to hear How we lost one of our own to the thing we always fear He’s moving like a ghost now, through the hallways and the rain Holding up the weight of a brotherhood of pain. (Verse 2) Frankie’s in the basement, but she isn't looking down She’s lost in the silence of this hollow, empty town She used to find the answers in the marrow and the clay But she couldn't find the science to keep the dark away I see her hand tremble when she picks up a pen She’s looking for a logic that won't ever come again The bones are just bones now, the secrets just a cost She’s mourning for the living just as much as for the lost. (Chorus) We wake the dead for a living, but we couldn't wake our own Now we’re sitting in the wreckage, feeling chilled down to the bone The circle’s been broken, the line’s been torn apart And there’s a cold, white static where we used to have a heart I’m screaming at the ceiling, I’m looking for a fight But Mel’s the only shadow that won't step into the light. (Verse 3) And Grace—she’s the one who’s supposed to know the mind But she’s looking at me now like there’s nothing left to find She’s trying to be the anchor, trying to hold the floor But I see her flinch every time someone opens up the door She knows I’m gonna fracture, she knows I’m gonna break She’s counting every ripple in the middle of the lake She doesn't offer comfort, because she knows it’s all a lie She’s just watching the fire burn out in my eye. (Bridge) I want to hit something. I want to make it right. I want to tear the stars down from the middle of the night. But the team is just a tripod now, leaning in the wind Paying for the places where our luck was stretched too thin I look at the empty chair and I want to look away But I’m the one who has to find the words I cannot say. (Chorus) We wake the dead for a living, but we couldn't wake our own Now we’re sitting in the wreckage, feeling chilled down to the bone The circle’s been broken, the line’s been torn apart And there’s a cold, white static where we used to have a heart I’m screaming at the ceiling, I’m looking for a fight But Mel’s the only shadow that won't step into the light. (Outro) Clear the board. Turn off the lights. She’s not coming back. God damn it, Mel. She’s not coming back.
