Woorden: The New Frontiers. Black Lungs.

Black lungs,
took you in when you were young,
and everyone around you,
saw their sins so you measured up,
and you wanted to find out,
just how far you could go,
all i wanted was a real you, am I getting through?

If I was blind,
said that everything's fine,
would you kick me out the back door,
or would you show me what i'm looking for.

Holding out for a sign,
couldn't make up my mind,
would you kick me out the back door,
or would you show me what i'm looking for.

Black lungs,
saw your face when I called your bluff,
and everything around you,
dissapeared so you had to run,
you wanted to find out,
just how far you could go,
all I wanted was a real you,
Am I getting through?

If I was blind,
said that everything's fine,
would you kick me out the back door,
or would you show me what i'm looking for.

Holding out for a sign,
couldn't make up my mind,
would you kick me out the back door,
or would you show me what i'm looking for.

This is a conservation,
that we only learn to live,
and it make it alone,
but it can't really work.

If I was blind,
said that everything's fine,
would you kick me out the back door,
or would you show me what i'm looking for.

Holding out for a sign,
couldn't make up my mind,
would you kick me out the back door,
or would you show me what i'm looking for.

Cause I've been waiting on the front porch all night