Did I need to roam so many miles To barely feel alive? Did this short amount of time Suffice to burn down stable bridges? Feels like sharpening the knife To cut strings to familiar ties Through every layer of my skin I feel discomfort creeping in Exposed to mere instinct Aspirations start to crumble Pushed to the edge of giving in In solitude I sway Through the alleys of this city That gave so much But took its toll on me Stuck on Street 163 again Between could-have-been's and dying dreams My own vagueness is slowly killing me Do we need to break to feel alive? Is this the price for the sake of trying? Could grasping at the stars Come at the price of an ever-empty sky? Through every layer of my skin I feel discomfort creeping in Exposed to mere instinct Aspirations start to crumble Pushed to the edge of giving in Once shimmering like fireflies These prospects start to vanish Vaporized and swallowed By the darkness of the night Vaporized and swallowed By the darkness of the night Vaporized and swallowed By the darkness of the night