I wonder what will make me sing again
Lift up my skeleton and make it ring again

Sometimes I see you holding up a sign
With black smudges in a language and a world I won't recognize, and I

I wonder what will make you sing again
Or maybe you were singing and I didn't hear you
Or maybe you were just on your way to headline your first show

Or maybe you just got drunk too much, I don't know

Then I look back to myself and float down the Automobile River
I'm looking at the highway but really I'm looking in myself
And it's empty.

Empty and scarred from the clawing

But what am I looking for? That's why it's empty.

I put my hand to the fleshy wall in this dark, wet, uncomfortable place
It is full of blood, and scars, and right now (beat)
It is more (beat-beat)
Than the sum of its parts (beat)