Junk

I used to see the end of my earth

But I just ended up in this trailer park

And I'm coming home in the dawn of the night

'Cause every time I come here alone

I'm getting the sense that I'm dead and gone

Hope is divine but it's really lost in the night

My imagination

Imagination's gone

Imagination's really lost in the junk

My imagination

Imagination's gone

Imagination's really lost in the junk

I used to be the bravest I know

But I've just given up all I had in life

And now I'm dissolving down to dust in the night

'Cause every time I leave here alone

I'm getting the sense I'll never come home

Hope is divine but it's really gone in the night

My imagination

Imagination's gone

Imagination's really lost in the junk

Imagination

Imagination's gone

Imagination's really lost in the junk

Imagination

Imagination

Imagination

Imagination