Well your eyes are outta my soul, cold and tired
Open like a door to a winter's night
A silver sky becomes a background
That begins to grey
Won't find me fallin', the second I awake
I thought I was goin' backwards
Walkin' down the lane
Found a foggy street, now I'm not the same
Through a maze of walls and fences
Nothing can be heard
Where a million images are spun
With just one word
My memories are twisted, here as I stand
They hold no meaning for me now without a sound
I can hear the bells are ringin', lonely in my ears
Cross the fields that stretch forever
It won't disappear
Writer(s): Mark William Lanegan, Van Patrick Connor, Mark Pickerel, Lee Gary Connor
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