Inside the Golden Days of Missing You

Inside the golden days of missing you

with the people of Cleveland

who've suffered for so many years

The shattered glass cussed

and when it broke it spoke to us

It said "Hey"

It said "I know you... what's your name?"



I wish they didn't set mirrors behind the bar

cause I can't stand to look at my face

when I don't know where you are

Then the feeling fades away

but you sort of wish it would of stayed

inside... the golden days of missing you



What if life is just some hard equation

on a chalkboard in a science class for ghosts

You can live again

but you'll have to die twice in the end

in the end/ we'll meet again