I don't want to understand this horror There's a weight in your eyes, I can't admit Everybody ends up here in bottles But the name tag's the last thing
No, no, no You're a little bit shy, little too quiet Yeah, you're the mixed up girl that everybody leaves behind A little bit weird, a little too bright
Lately, I can't breathe Waiting they're chasing me No one listens But I'm okay with it Only I wonder why If only my hands weren't tied The world's a
Bored again by happiness And all those friends I've lost in there I've lost in there I'm upset Happiness is not a fish that you can catch Imagination
that every thing's fine Since you ran away you've been beating your habits to death And if you were to stay would you feed them this white happiness
the phone helps her safely into her dream It must be our egos, it must be my lack I'll fight then it might not come back It must be our egos, it must
We live, we die Well, I don't know the reasons we ask why We hate, we push Recent tests show we are all misunderstood, yeah Come on now, something's
I'm here to wear you out I'm here to watch you hide Nothing to figure out I'm here to watch you die Running away from the breast of Your busy giant healing
Hit the ground Weighed down again You walked out But I'm sure you're my friend It must have been good This can't be for good Everyone's, oh Is everyone
just so fucking vain Bored again by happiness All those friends I've (die) lost in there I'm upset Happiness is not a fish That you can catch Imagination
Vertimas: Our Lady Peace. Laimė Žuvis.
Vertimas: Our Lady Peace. Laimė ir žuvis.
: Take these plastic people Read their lips, now let it linger Is there anything that makes them sound sincere? Tightly hold your hand Take a deep breath
: Lately I can't breathe Waiting they're chasing me No one listens but i'm ok with it Only I wonder why If only my hands weren't tied The world's a
: Hit the ground, Weighed down again You walked out But I'm sure you're my friend It must have been good This can't be for good Everyone's ... Is everyone
: Goodbye, the future's sold out There's no use screaming Who thought we'd ever get this far Tonight, your faith has come down To money & a TV Psychics
: I'm here to wear you out I'm here to watch you hide Nothing to figure out I'm here to watch you die Running away from the breast of Your busy giant