Dumb Hope

If ya got dumb hope at the beginning of your journey
If that's you holding burning pieces of a funeral shroud
If you know that there's no future, just a story biding time till found
I wanna show ya something now

If big man say he's got your number but won't take you under
And he bringing heavy weather, harder than when ya started out
That day you awoke facing your own shell, were you floating or lying on the ground?

Take a drive with me at dawn to peek at the fault line
To ease the wear upon our bloodline
To look at things we haven't lost or found
When you stared into the doom through your teary, blurred eyes
And let the edges turn to shoreline
For a moment everything was whitewash and sound
Miles below us now

We are the ever-driving, never-arriving crowd
Hurried to a lonely outpost station, chasing ancient sound
We alone can see the glory of the nightmare lying on the ground

Is that the answer to the game just as sure as the tree grows?
Or maybe what the hell do we know?
Some folks say anything to break the silence down
I hold onto the doom 'cause you're the one I must follow
And even if my hands were hollow
I'd still carry you through the wild shit I've found
Inches above the ground