It's easy,
As long as you try.
So comfortable,
These winter nights,
Get so dull,
Until God forsakes us all.
Is there a reason
You're escaping what you saved?
Is there an easier solution,
To misfortune you have made?
Is there a reason
Why you cover up your eyes?
Is this your subtle compromise
For what you really want to say?
This is the end,
This is the end of what we've become.
You can't feel what it's worth.
This is the end,
This is the end of what we've become.
And you can't save us all.
Rolled tobacco pressing on your lips.
You never cared for taste,
But you sure like the looks.
I know that you'll forsake us all.
Is there a reason
You're escaping what you saved?
Is there an easier solution,
To misfortune you have made?
Is there a reason
Why you cover up your eyes?
Is this your subtle compromise
For what you really want to say?
This is the end,
This is the end of what we've become.
You can't feel what it's worth.
This is the end,
This is the end of what we've become.
And you can't save us all.