The Fray (feat. Terry Hurt)

Lately I've been hanging at them ghost towns Feeling more like a resident with each passing day Seems so strange that the things you once would die for Are the things that are so unsure It's hard to see through the clouds when it feels like it's all falling out Cause I'm thrown in the fray Don't let this be the way That I go under Quicksand of my mistakes And I have to escape Will you take me I'm going, going, going, going -gone It's still but it's not quiet In this ghost town of mine Echos and reminders Roll in on the train They tell me I'm crazy To even entertain The though that someone else Would take on this mess that I've made Cause I'm thrown in the fray Don't let this be the way That I go under Quicksand of my mistakes And I have to escape Will you take me I'm going, going, going, going -gone Can you save me Can you save what's left of me Lately I've been setting up a stakeout Searching for you high and low In this empty soul All I feel is the chill through broken windows All I see are shadows It's hard to see through the doubts But shadow means the light's shining out