Paroles: Strapping Young Lad. City. Room 429.

What you don't understand
Is where everything's needing
When all of the signs you see
Still point to overload

As you reach out your hand
A shattered vision's receding
Like daylights along that
Lonesome stretch of broken road

'Cause you've been to the past
And it's just a reminder
A recollection of faces
That will never come to call

When you've cut through the mask
When you've been through the grinder
Sometimes you forget that
You had ever been there at all

Up here in Room 429
Yeah, the world ain't so unkind
I wanna take you to that
Empty room tonight

In the shadow of doubt
In the crush of an instant
Standing in the rain outside your door
Hand on my knife

When you reach a brick wall
There is still a decision
Always though if I had to lose
I'd surely take you all

Up here in Room 429
In a world that's so unkind
I wanna take you to that
Empty room tonight

We'll tell the world outside the door
That we ain't never coming back no more
We're gonna stay in here 'til we turn out the night
Until we turn out the night

City breathes so softly
Everything is sleeping
I am at the window
Silently watching

I can see you standing
Alone against the winter
I can hear you asking
But the streets, they are not giving

Don't look to the ocean
Restless in its dreaming
Don't look to the heavens
For they will tell you nothing

If living is for learning
Then dying is forgetting
Once we have forgotten
Then we can go on loving

In a lifetime of hope
In a second of kindness
There is never a doubt that
We are born and die alone

From within or without
There's no way they can find us
When they knock at the door, the lights are on
But we ain't home

Up here in Room 429
Yeah, the world ain't so unkind
I wanna take you to that
Empty room tonight

We'll tell the world outside the door
That we ain't never coming back no more
We're gonna stay in here 'til we turn out the night
Until we turn out the night, until we turn out the night
Until we turn out the night, until we turn out the night