You look cold and you look tired You look cold and beaten You look cold, spent, and broken With these eyes that won't stay closed? You look cold, you look like me Ever wonder what keeps us alive? Isn't it hard to look outside Ever wonder why they gave us eyes? Heal the wounds and make the best of it Why can't this be good enough? I never learned how to fly Maybe we could stop the blood Manufactured hope and postcards? I can't find the instructions Woke up today with a hole in my soul Pretty pictures of a better place (or is this it?) I never learned how to die Can we make the best of it?