I put my voice away. I shoot the lights out now. Seize the moment. When it's day for night to disappear. Lonesome stragglers. Walks a dirty mile. No longer sees. Miles on our faces. I put my voice away. I train my eyes on love. Through the darkened lines. Left to pull up traps on my face. And with hearts to laugh. Messing up our heads. Only souls survive. The weather of commotion