The Impasse

I have seen greater days pass through stark unlit rooms So carry me on this lake of waste Grim, cool and drowned in death How we died And we didn't dream of dying But never dreamed of living Touch my faults, touch my faults I'll let you, I'll let you push me back again Who are you gunning for? Lost I wandered freely Hazily joy like in absent arms Shouldered I moved The rain, the rain, the rain, the rain, the rain How we died and we didn't dream of dying But never dreamed of living Touch my faults, touch my faults I'll let you, I'll let you push me back again Who are you gunning for? Who are you gunning for? Who are you gunning for? Who are you gunning for? Who are you gunning for? Because I was made of stone I was made of stone I was made of stone I was made of stone