Wait, won't you stop running I've been smoking all too much Taste the blood pool in my mouth As I try to catch up Fade, my head floats wildly As everything starts to rust Take a breath and choke up on this Wandering wanderlust Woah! The can collectors Seem to know us better When we're singing about those days And I can't remember Where I found your letters But they're drifting as ashes away Woah! Grace, push every ounce of your air into my dead lungs Tear, me from the hell to which I could never succumb Wail with all your might on my bones to sober me up Stare directly into that burning Ossington sun Pull out my heart just for The can collectors Seem to know us better When we're singing about those days And I can't remember Where I found your letters But they're drifting as ashes away, away The can collectors Seem to know us better When we're singing about those days! And I can't remember (can't remember) Where I found your letters But they're drifting as ashes away Woah! Yeah!