I see your face You had no calls for a week and you're Counting the fingerprints on your phone While everyone else Is alive in the place that no one told you to go We're crawling past A crumpled heap of metal that is Decorated with blue and red lights And I heard you say If we're all gonna die then it doesn't mean anything Doesn't that make it mean everything? Doesn't that make it mean everything to us? Doesn't it make you want everything Before they take away everything from us? Doesn't it make you want everyone That you have ever loved something they know? Doesn't it make you feel anything Is better than feeling nothing at all? Everything Everything Everything Everything