like the hills as they rise like the stones creepin under your feet like the dead open sky high the one damn time you need something to drink like the road ever long left to suffer without a song like all the doors open wide the one damn time that you need a place to hide it s been a long time coming all my pages fingerstained and though my heart is still pumping across my face how the days engrave your word against mine your god against my everything my fist in your eye and i don t care if it don t solve a goddamn thing and so we strain tight corners we fight and we pray till the road that was is blown all to hell and probably by us it s been a long time coming all my pages fingerstained and though my heart is still pumping across my face how the days engrave and it s been a long time coming all my pages fingerstained and though my heart is still pumping across my face oh lord across my face how the days engrave like the hills as they rise like the stones creepin under your feet like the dead open sky high the one damn time you need something to drink