Burden Of A Day. Pilots & Paper Planes. Lost In The Shuffle. Zeneszám

We are lost in a sea of faces
The registry has lost our places
Can we find where we belong tonight
Say it isn?t so
We have no place to go
Through the snow
The numbness in my bones
The weatherman was wrong again today
I feel like I don?t belong here
I can?t breathe in this air
As I look up to the sky at night
There must be a better place for me
As my throat closes tight
The words
This is not my home
We can?t go home
This world is not our home