the wreckage

Silversun Pickups

Last chance
To draw weapons
Cold hands
On open sores
Don t care
About keeping score

Well you get what you give
Nothing more
You invest once you ve spent it all

I sink
To the ocean floor
Makes sense
If you ve been before
I m scared
Of my own echo

You can t get what you give anymore
You invent who you gave it up for
I connect to the wreckage

Last chance
To draw weapons
Cold hands
And more echoes

Well you get what you give
Nothing more
You invest once you ve spent it all
I connect to the wreckage