An Attempt to Tip the Scales

And in an attempt to tip the scales

Any names, faces, or lines
Gonna cloud our eyes again
Well, in the dark we are just air
I think you lost what you
When there is nothing that's worth seeing
It is more the feeling of it all
Now you can't even recall

So the house might dissolve
So we trade liquor for blood
Loved in that mess of details
Like the sun's just gonna drop
Well, winter is gonna end
Well, summer is gonna come and it's
So close to dying that I finally can start living
If it's night you demand
Once we are gone, who is gonna care
There is not need to focus
They seemed so important at the time

If we were ever here at all?
I'm going to clean these veins again