Žodžiai dainai: Marble. Spinning Around. Insignificant.

It's all gone away,
but not for good, I'm assured
But what's the most a promise can mean?
It's nothing more, nothing more than a phrase
Just a stupid little phrase
My excuse to keep living a dream

An insignificant dream, for insignificant me

And what if I got bent up today?
Now there's no one left there to make sure I'm okay

There's no more comfort, nothing more to say
We can finally call a truce, 'cause I'm no longer in the way

I wish I could say what was bothering me
I can't really tell what's bothering me
I've got no more security
She came and went too quickly