too late to save your life to live is to remind the awkward climb and the portraiture is clear its the worst we ve seen in years apparent tears are dry tonight all ends could be just fine if the numb could recognize the beauty mines so on the rider goes at dawn when nothing moves unstoppable by man again i don t know weather to go the muddy road is making me slow and neither one is setting well its all me this i can tell the dirty road and the sterile hotel its all in smoke and signals hell