Out of time and out of inclinations, boring How's it feel to watch your man relenting? Let's just say that I might be a sucker for progress It's all in
She knows every little way To get the thing that she wants My heart is an oven And she's pushing the buttons right now, right now She's gonna kill me
Can you believe this world's got the nerve to insist That it won't trade in for a better one? Can you believe this world's yellin' out in the dark It
We don't have to try running from each other I read your eyes, you don't have to bother Maybe we'll survive if we don't discover One life ties to another
Hold on to the way we started How it all should have gone Somewhere love was disregarded And it all came undone, undone 'Cause nothing's a breeze, we
Back and forth, the same, be careful how you frame Your argument, your argument We've been given all we can and we finally show the end Of our tolerance
You got a whole lot left to say now You knocked all your wind out You just tried too hard and you froze I know, I know What do you say? What do you say
Crime in the currency For that abandoned wall Oh, would you care to be in love again? But then it got started No one is better off Hope is a candle-lit
Feeling all alone Carrying bottled skies around I've been drowning all along Wear it out in a faltered sea and I give up Common sense failed again Meddling
Please tell me why are we trying so hard? Why worry? It's over We always fall right back to where we start There goes another one of our sure fire plans
Paper-thin conviction Turning another page Plotting how to build myself to be Everything that I am not at all Sometimes I get tired of pins and needles
I want a gun fire in my head I want a gun fire in my head I got enough faults left for dead I want, I want I'll bury my head in the sand I'll bury my
Out of time and out of inclinations, that we're in How's it feel to watch a man relenting Let's just say that I might be a sucker The progress is all
Bản dịch: Mute Math. Armistice.
: Can you believe this world's got the nerve to insist they won't trade for a better one? Can you believe this world's yellin' out in the dark it wants
: I won the gunfight in my head I won the gunfight in my head I gathered up thoughts left for dead I won, I won I buried my head in the sand I buried
: Feeling overload Carrying bottled skies around I've been drowning all along Wearing out in a faltered sea And I give up Common sense failed again
: Please tell me, Why are we, Trying so hard. Why worry, It's over, We always fall right back, To where we start. There goes another one of our, Sure
