Open Letter
Brandon Summers, Benjamin Weikel
How could I not see you were waiting
For an answer from me?
How could I believe you were honest
In what you said?
Where will you go now there is nothing
That is further reaching?
Draw the line between
What you want and what you need
Where is your sense?
Where is your sense of wrong?
Gather your wits from the maze
Bury the rest in the past
Cover the tracks that remain
Carry the weigh to the last
Where is your sense?
Where is your sense of wrong?