What happens when we all stop saving face?
The wars are won, we're left with numbers on the page
And finally the lost have found their way
They fixed their eyes on bars of yellow, red and gray
And I like to entertain the thought
And I hate to ask you all so much
I just question where we are, that's all
Lately we're almost out of luck but face to face
I'd love to hide but I felt honest in this place
'Cause we just slipped enough to feel the blame
When they all arrived I was tracing gold around her name