find something to say now Holding back, everyday the same Don't wanna be a loner Listen to me, oh no, I never say anything at all But with nothing to
We on me for when it's on People are there waiting to Even if you're on it We aren't everything you do Now up and I'll be on And I'll be to into your
When his work was all but done Remembering how this begun We wore his love like a hand in a glove Then the preacher plays it all night long Nothing
This hurts I tell you so For the last time you will kiss my lips Now shut up and let me go Your jeans were once so clean I bet you changed your wardrobe since we
precondition We got the choice If it all goes wrong We walk, we walk We walk, we walk When nothing makes you feel good Then nothing makes you feel good When nothing
You say, it?s not what you do It?s what you?re thinking of Well, I think it's just an excuse It?s what you put across ?Cos I don?t wanna be the one Only
The room?s green, it?s got writing on the wall It?s got one chair, it?s kinda small Dirty shoes running past the door And then you go round, beat yourself
things said you turn to red Don't you be a traffic light And don't you be a round-about No, not another round-about We've come so far, yet, back to the start
up, so hard to lose control I started nothing, I wish I didn't I started nothing, I wish I didn't I started nothing, I wish I didn't I started nothing
boy Kerching, kerching boy You keep playing me like a fruit machine Overstretch your generosity For our band, it's leading you astray The little we
day it's time to let it go I started nothing, I wish I didn't x4 Now, often we keep qivin' in with what they say We're too open when we're only shown
You say it's not what you do, It's what you're thinkin' of Well I think it's just an excuse It's what you put across And I don't wanna be the one Only
You say, It's not what you do Its what you're thinking of. Well I think its just an excuse Its what you put across. 'Cos I don't wanna be the one Only
all things said you turn to red don't you be a traffic light don't you be a round-a-bout not another round-a-bout we've come so far yet back to the start
Ka-ching Ka-ching, Ka-ching You keep playing me like a fruit macine Overstretch your generosity Thought of bandits leading you astray The little we had
This hurts, I tell you so For the last time you will kiss my lips Now Shut up and let me go Your jeans were once so clean I bet you changed your wardrobe since we