We're holding out for something else, you can't give back with all you sell You gave it up, without love You're dirty hands and picture frames hold images of broken shame You gave it up without love You give and you sell and you break your back in the revelry I'm all the things you'll never be all of the time With fracture hearts in disrepair, these funerals we'll always bear You gave us up, without love These photographs and guilty names are pointless tools deferring blame You gave us up without love You give and you sell and you break your back in the revelry I'm all the things you'll never be all of the time We sleep tonight, with fear and spite, but I can't let go of myself The ghosts inside, collect my pride, as fractures fold, to fight control again You give and you sell and you break your back in the revelry Im all the things you'll never be all of the time We're holding out for something else, you can't give back with all you self Your dirty hands and guilt name can never hide the things that you have done.