Look up and look down,    all that we've found   is just empty space,   as we search through the whole town   for a familiar face.   Can you tell us where we are?   But our broken wings won't carry us too far away.      Scratch the surface of our gods,   then show us your true face.   Can the replay and relay your way   until we've been replaced.   Can you tell us who we are?   Before our broken thoughts   leave us stranded far away from home.      Don't tell us all your lies this time.   Don't tell us everything is fine.   We don't need your broken homes,   we'll be fine on our own.   Don't tell us we're just tired.   We're not tired.   We're just tired of you.