What We Are

What We Are Ben Doerfel, Ed Doerfel, We were fuel on fire we were Bullets from a gun We were rising higher Getting further from the sun We were midnight riders Like the lightning in the dark Tho the moon shined brighter They called us shooting stars What we are Isn't who we are What we are Was never who we are You're an all night fighter I'm running out of breathe We're still chasing flames But there's ashes in our bed Now I'm an empty bottle So I drink to pass the time You're lonely heartbreak Who can't look...