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That’s not gold, it’s just sand

We are just strangers, forever passing through

Did you ever feel the need to see where all the roads go?

Feeling lost is just a part of it

We disappear into heartache, we disappear into hate

We disappear across the ocean, we disappear

Feeling lost is just a part of it

I ask no one and rise above the lies

Feeling lost is just a part of it

I disappear into the grounds behind your eyes

We are just strangers, beached by the same tide

We are just strangers, I don’t know

I am the knife

I cut with my life

To let in the light

I am the knife

I am the knife

I cut myself free

I split this life

I am the knife

I bleed darkness

I cut and let in the light

I’m so afraid of the knife

The past is nothing but poison

I am the knife

I am the life

I cut and I stab and I wound and I rip

I cut my own life

When will the knives in my mind go away?

How I like the small white lights in the distance

I hear the road whispering, beckoning

It is time to go, it is time to leave

It is time to disappear