I know that I have to sleep at night And we all need someone to blame No one ever has to realize That we all get tired again
I think I've been cast in the wrong play My lines were written on the day before
I can see there's nothing out there That I don't know, but I don't know It can be such empty logic That I don't know I don't know
In the time it takes to understand Is a pause where we like to complain Noone is required to take a stand And we all get time to explain
I think I left something behind The lime green plastic olive branch before
I can see there's nothing out there That I don't know, but I don't know It can be such empty logic That I don't know I don't know
All at once it's a special favour Wave a hand and it's all arranged for you Though we know you're no bleeding saviour We listen close it's true
Compositores: Greig Andrew Nori (Greig Nori) (SOCAN), Martin Robert, Trevor Macgregor (SOCAN), William Priddle (Bill Priddle) (SOCAN)Editor: Bunk Rock Music Inc (SOCAN)ECAD verificado obra #21496670 em 13/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM