Lying down on the pavement, so happy
Seeming to be in balance, but how could that be
Really I must be jealous, don? t tell me
I just gotta leave the broken pieces or it? ll be the death of me

Six long years and seven heartbreaks
Broken strings and countless outtakes, why?
Never thought that I would follow through
Got a working title somewhere
And I know one day I? ll get there, I? m
Grasping here

I? m looking out for a simple kind of true
Don? t know what I am waiting for
I? m holding out for a simple kind of true
At least some kind of a metaphor

It? s simple, simple and it? s true
We got much to do
No excuses they? re just useless
We? ve got much to do

I? d say you hung the moon if they ask me
You help me so the plot won? t get past me
Sometimes the obvious cannot be seen
At least not by me

Six long years and seven heartbreaks
Broken strings and countless outtakes, why?
Never thought that I would follow through
Got a working title somewhere
And I know one day I? ll get there, I? m
Grasping here

Remember all of the times
When we couldn? t make up our minds
Hours and years disappear