Mixed believers and empty stairwells
Led me to your darkened room
All hearts racing, fixed emotions
You held my hand, and pulled me through
And we ran away from
The open doors and open arms
And we ran away towards
The cureless people we've become
Empty spaces were quickly filled
With superficial words you said
And I can't quite figure out
Why I was just a passing fad
And we ran away from
The open doors and open arms
And we ran away towards
The cureless people we've become
And we ran away from
The open doors and open arms
And we ran away towards
The cureless people we've become
You don't even know this,
You could make it right
Yeah, you don't even know this,
You could make it right
