Is there really nothing left to say when we are alone We smoke our cigarettes and hide behind our faults It's made of glass when it falls it breaks there wont't be much left We can see the bottom while falling We belong here ... As we belong... Do we belong? We keep on searching for a lost life like old ghosts Doesn't matter where we long our hearts are already sold It is such a mess we live our days like they could be our last We can feel the bottom while drowning We belong here ... It has been a long run to ... Sometimes it comforts me that we are made strong After everything we still keep pushing our ... Meet me at the bottom while drowning