Lost in the woods of a dream

Call it an American one

But we couldn't be further from home.

So we rode, in the search of a place

To rest our bloodshot eyes

But everything has a price to pay,

Everything has a price to pay.



In the face of a stranger

There was some sympathy to be found

So we'll draw the innocence

Don't make me regret this



Mark the line,

Right now.

Mark the fucking lines,

We have been double crossed

Let the pain begin

Mark the lines

What's done is done



Everything has a price to pay don't make me regret.



This was never the way, still no answer

Will you stand by me when I collapse?