Текст: Fake Problems. Real Ghosts Caught On Tape. Grand Finale.

There is still hope for us.
There is no reason to be afraid.
This could be the grand finale.
This could be my big escape.

I had it all figured out then it washed away
Out to the Gulf in a green flash haze
Take it or leave it
Take it or leave it

I'll have it all figured out
when a single day
This dim light turns to a raging blaze
Then I'll believe it
That's when I'll believe it

And now this room is getting smaller
I don't recognize anyone in any of these pictures
Where is the rage?
Where did all the anger go?
How can we take any more indifference?

You know I am so overjoyed
That this bridge is burning down
Into the water and into your lungs
Let it all just sink straight down

You know I am so overjoyed
That this bridge is burning down
Into the water and into your lungs
Let it all just sink straight down

I had it all figured out then it washed away
Out to the Gulf in a green flash haze
Take it or leave it
Take it or leave it

I'll have it all figured out
when a single day
This dim light turns to a raging blaze
Then I'll believe it
That's when I'll believe it