Bucket of Glue

I just keep sinking, thinking 'bout the end of the line
(Thinking 'bout the end of the line)

Old men die and so must we
Is there time for a last goodbye?
There's been views and there's been fears
Must been lost on the way
Second hand feelings from the third place man
And there's nothing left to reach
I'm looking for salvation in a bucket of glue
Mending my days with a broken guitar

When you keeping on hoping in hopelessness
Strange are the days we can't forget
You find yourself at the end of an age and holds on

Morning dew on the train window
Who blames me for wishing I was blind
Strike a match, lit like gold
? the weight
I just keep sinking, thinking 'bout the end of the line
(Thinking 'bout the end of the line)

When you keeping on hoping in hopelessness
Strange are the days we can't forget
You find yourself at the end of an age and holds on

When you keeping on hoping in hopelessness
Strange are the days we can't forget
You find yourself at the end of an age and holds on