Don't even know if I can write this song
caught on a beam between right and wrong
gotta keep forward, keep straight
for the sake of why we stay awake all night long
it's not up for interpret
paranoid of exploiting the verdict
but in the same breath
I got thoughts that I wanna express and let surface
this ain't for props or the pop culture
it's about a balloon that got punctured
the sunshine's fun til it burns someone
and we all got burnt that summer
She was sixteen
another young angel with clipped wings
she came to the shows
but I never met her
don't even know if she was listening
that night, we lost a supporter
that night, somebody lost a daughter
he raped and killed her at the venue
I can't comprehend what her friends must've went through
that night, the sun went dark
now watch everyone on the tour bus fall apart
that night, Lord have mercy
the music died that night in Albuquerque
oooh, I can feel it down in my soul
Stop, it can't be true right?
this type of real doesn't happen to you right?
Cresent, Murs, Dibbs, JayBird,
I wanna go home now and start a new life
wish I could protect the kids
guess safety is hit or miss
with a prior convicted sex offense against a four year old
why we let you live?
I don't know what I'm trying to write
but there's a part of me that keeps dying that night
and when I think about her mother
I become another number that wants you to suffer
you're locked up for now
you have no more chances to steal the children's laughs
and if you ever find God, better pray to her
and ask that we never cross paths
Ooooh, I can feel it down in my soul
