Brett Caswell
Текст песни Chapter One: Off They Go

Forgive them please for they have crossed the line better left uncrossed
This heart it reeks of things to say
But they are better left unsaid

'Cause we need you to understand
The thought of you stuck in our heads
The whole night through
We thought of you

I dream of days where everyone is true
Through until the end
But alcohol will serve as our sorry excuse
Until we grow

We need you to understand
The thought of you stuck in our heads
The whole night through
We thought of you

These songs they sing
Will bring them peace tonight
As they lie all alone
And then tomorrow they will wake to find
They are finally home