Start From Scratch - Passafire

Like black holes in space, things so easily erased

Only time will tell, what’s left on the face

Of the world were living in, and the love were giving

I’m so easily amazed, that the globe keeps spinning

And now were faced, with time in a penitentiary

Slow the pace, Cus were gonna get there eventually

To that dying day, When the only words we can say

Shoulda coulda woulda, but we didn’t so we fade away

Like black clouds in the sky, warning you and I

That the rains gonna come, and the mud’s gonna slide

And the homes in it’s path, piles of wood and broken glass

And when it’s all over, start from scratch

And now were faced, with time in a penitentiary

Slow the pace, Cus were gonna get there eventually

To that dying day, When the only words we can say

Shoulda coulda woulda, but we didn’t so we fade away

Like black holes in space

Start from scratch