Stop for the night
Until the morning lights
They cut like a knife
Stunned by the lights
Let the demons bite
Until the morning
Until the morning
Said how long will you take to realize
That I'm not satisfied
These walls are dripping in bleach
But it's dirty inside
And there's a hole in my head
I must be doing something wrong
Said there's hole where I dread
I really don't think that I belong here
Oh
That's the way it goes
When your home's made of stone
I said oh,
That's the way it goes
When there's nothing left
And you're far from right
I guess you better hold on tight
Bright lights in the mirrors
Oh, do they pull you over, too?
All my living stains
I can't scrape them off my shoes
Said there's a hole in my head
I must be doing something wrong
And there's a hole in where I dread
Oh, I really don't think that I belong here
That's the way it goes
When your home is made of stone
I said oh,
That's the way it goes
When there's nothing left
And you're far from right
I guess you better hold on tight
Stop for the night
Until the morning light
They cut like a knife
Stunned by the lights
And let the demons bite
Until the morning
That's the way it goes
When your home's made of stone
I said oh,
That's the way it goes
When there's nothing left
And you're far from right
I guess you better hold on tight
That's the way it goes
When your home's made of stone
Oh, I said oh,
That's the way it goes
When there's nothing left
And you're far from right
I guess you better hold on tight