Automatic

We used to laugh We used to cry together We used to break down And hold each other Those were the best Years of my life Now I'm hard pressed To pick a good fight Oh how I miss the days That were automatic We wrote the script And whatever we needed, we had it Pain has a funny way Of stealin' all the magic But all that takes is a moment to cut through the static We buried ourselves Hired a soul assassin To give the sermon At an open casket There's no goin back That ancient oath We can't resurrect Our fighting ghosts Oh how I miss the days That were automatic We wrote the script And whatever we needed, we had it Pain has a funny way Of stealin' all the magic But all that takes is a moment to cut through the static All that take is a moment to cut through the static All that take is a moment to cut through the static All that take is a moment to cut through the static