I don't know where I'm going. I don't know if I'm staying.
I don't know who I'm calling. I don't know what I'm praying.
You don't know if you know me. I don't know if I know you.
But we're both searching for what sounds most true.
Why are we separated? Why are there walls?
Why are there airports and taboos and falls?
Why is this dark line dividing our lives?
Why are we isolated while we survive?
Negative nastiness hardens my heart.
Screaming and panting and tearing apart.
Stuck in this small town, more like a hole.