I've seen you pull through worse. I've seen the way you can coerce the maze in front of you to work itself into a straight line. It's not quite like you planned this, you weren’t designed to be alone. So pull yourself out of this pit and take back what you’re owed. You always build yourself up to the point of tearing yourself down, keep cool, calm and collected. You're thinking clearer now. Reinvent the way you stand, plant your withered roots. Pour a little substance into your unsubstantial mood. Your passion's problematic; it leaves you in a rut, Well if you let the sleeping dogs lie then the wolf will never wake up. Panicked your breath just hangs there, a cloud of fraying nerves. The colour runs right from your cheeks, a sickness you don't deserve. You always build yourself up to the point of tearing yourself down, keep cool, calm and collected. You're thinking clearer now. Reinvent the way you stand, plant your withered roots. Pour a little substance into your unsubstantial mood. Your passion's problematic; it leaves you in a rut, Well if you let the sleeping dogs lie then the wolf will never wake up. Where is your courage? I see a yellow belly. The moon is rising. You are no coward rise up too. Reinvent the way you stand, plant your withered roots. Pour a little substance into your unsubstantial mood. Your passion's problematic; it leaves you in a rut, Well if you let the sleeping dogs lie then the wolf will never wake up. Pour a little substance, Pour a little substance, Pour a little substance, into your unsubstantial mood.

Swarming without warning, these furtive little feelings. Calling you out of your hole again. Complacent and comfortable won’t cut it anymore. We’re through the looking glass here. I would explain myself well that just takes time. Stray from the path to find a straight line. Moving forward but always looking back. How did I get to your front door? They told me time is cyclical. Well I can feel its sick sense of humor. She can’t hide the laughter in her voice. Choice leaves me disillusioned. Round four, the gloves are off again. I’ve felt it end this way so many times before. Your words are laced with crisp white lies. Smooth to the touch, they shatter under pressure. What’s a white lie amongst lovers, when you can keep it under wraps? Save the larger for your enemies, evasive woven facts. They told me time is cyclical. Well I can feel its sick sense of humor. She can’t veil the laughter in her voice. Choice leaves me disillusioned. Choice leaves me disillusioned. I can feel its sick sense of humor What’s a white lie amongst lovers, when you can keep it under wraps? Save the larger for your enemies, evasive woven facts. They told me time is cyclical. Well I can feel its sick sense of humor. She can’t hide the laughter in her voice. Choice leaves me disillusioned. I can feel its sick sense of humor I can feel its sick sense of humor I can feel its sick sense of humor Choice leaves me, Choice leaves me, Choice leaves me disillusioned.

Whether you like it or not you won’t ever be alone unless you cut yourself off. Why do you hasten towards isolation, like you have something to prove? No more compliance, your selfish silence somehow echoes round the room. There’s safety in numbers but you’re living for yourself. X2 There is no question about it. I’m not taking this any further unless you make your move. You’re far too stubborn. You take it all on yourself. The pressure’s creeping in at the base of your neck. I’ll ease your burden, I’m just trying to help. Least you remember that before I forget! There’s safety in numbers but you’re living for yourself. X2 It’s all for one and one for all when you’re alone inside these walls. With your bridges burnt and your ties undone. If your life’s a bloodsport does it feel like you’ve won? There’s safety in numbers but you’re living for yourself. There’s safety in numbers but you’re living for yourself. (It’s all for one and one for all when you’re alone inside these walls.) There’s safety in numbers but you’re living for yourself. (With your bridges burnt and your ties undone. Well if your life’s a bloodsport does it feel like you’ve won?) With bridges burnt and ties undone. Well if your life’s a bloodsport does it feel like you’ve won?

We’re soaked through no thanks to you, that split decision caused a deep incision that separates me from you. Where was I during all this? I’ll do my best to avoid asking loaded questions that keep you second guessing. I’ll hold my breath & I’ll bite my tongue to give you a chance, Force myself to watch you dance around the points I’m making. Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me but three times takes the piss, my ignorance was far from bliss. You caused the sea that’s welling up inside of me. These tides are changing this sea is safe again. (You’re not listening, you’re not listening.) One year six months of sunny weather the odd storm here and there, but none of that compares to a tidal wave. This revelation of degradation came crashing down onto my shore and my heart hit the floor. You caused the sea that’s welling up inside of me. These tides are changing this sea is safe again. (You’re not listening, you’re not listening.) I can see you thinking. What will this take? Could you even construct a worthwhile answer? I can hear you grit your teeth. It’s your tell. Here comes a tall tale, and you thought this was going well. You conjure an excuse to veil all your false intentions, did I forget to mention I know you inside out? (You’re not listening, you’re not listening.) You’re not listening and I’m left wondering how we stayed afloat and how this came about? (You’re not listening, you’re not listening.) You caused the sea that’s welling up inside of me, tides are changing this sea is safe again. (You’re not listening, you’re not listening.) This conversation's over and I’m out. I’m out.

If I wanted to talk to a brick wall I would’ve stayed inside alone. I came out to talk to you but when we're face to face you stare straight through me. If you’re eyes weren’t so bright before they glazed over then I probably wouldn’t stick around. But at the same time I find the way you stare profound. How do you go from peaceful to piercing in such a short space of time? Where do you go? (You’re drifting) When will we talk again? (So sick of silence.) I’ll sit right here. (What else is there to do?) When are you coming back? (In your absence.) Daydreamer, where have you been? I’m still waiting for an answer to (Daydreamer) (Where have you been?) scratch the itch under my skin. Will you be back by sunset? Will I be left here staring at the ceiling? (Daydreamer) (Staring at the ceiling) Always a drifter. Eyes glazing over. There she goes again. I could watch you dream all day and watch you sleep all night. Sometimes a man needs rest, or he will become second best. We’ll wake and we’ll talk for an hour or two. Making plans, you drift away! Where do you go? (You’re drifting) When will we talk again? (So sick of silence.) I’ll just sit right here (I’m waiting) When are you coming back? (When are you coming back?) Daydreamer, where have you been? I’m still waiting for an answer to (Daydreamer where have you been?) scratch the itch under my skin. Will you be back by sunset? Will I be left here staring at the ceiling? (Daydreamer) (Staring at the ceiling) Always a drifter. Eyes glazing over. There she goes again. Daydreamer. Daydreamer, where have you been? I’m still waiting for an answer to (Daydreamer where have you been?) scratch the itch under my skin. Will you be back by sunset? Will I be left here staring at the ceiling? (Daydreamer) (Staring at the ceiling) Always a drifter. Eyes glazing over. There she goes again. Daydreamer, where have you been? I’m still waiting for an answer to (Daydreamer where have you been?) scratch the itch under my skin. Will you be back by sunset? Will I be left here staring at the ceiling? (Daydreamer) (Staring at the ceiling) Always a drifter. Eyes glazing over. There she goes again. Always a drifter. Eyes glazing over. There she goes again. (You’re still so far away)

I can’t see your colours so I can’t tell if they are true , And I can’t walk through walls so I can’t keep an eye on you. Not out of paranoia, one of a number of reasons. If I say I’m not concerned my heart accuses treason. Smell a rose feel like a thorn. I will walk with you until my soul is worn. Smell like a rose feel like a thorn. You tried to bleed me dry. If I could make it through one day without thinking of your face, I would be fine I know in time someone else will take your place. Every time my heart skips a beat. Every time my heart skips a beat. What the deaf man doesn’t hear keeps the blind man awake. What this blind man doesn’t see is his own mistake. There is no room for tourists in your crowded bed. So roll over, roll over the better man said. Smell a rose feel like a thorn. I will walk with you until my soul is worn Smell like a rose feel like a thorn. You tried to bleed me dry. If I could make it through one day without thinking of your face, I would be fine I know in time someone else will take your place. Every time my heart skips a beat. Every time my heart skips a beat. Every time my heart skips a beat. When will my heart stop beating for people like you? When will my heart stop beating for people like you? When will my heart stop beating, when will my heart stop? If I could make it through one day without thinking of your face, I would be fine I know in time someone else will take your place. Every time my heart skips a beat. Every time my heart skips a beat. When will my heart stop beating?

Finger on my pulse again chest aching in waves. Anxiety has its death grip on me. And I can only take so much of this prescription, Of intermittent talking if I won’t listen. “Don’t worry I’m fine” a visible lie, If I tell you what’s wrong you won’t listen for long. Sick of the fair weather, I always get the rain. We’re inseparable; between relief and pain. Overbearing consequences. Jumping ship or scaling fences? Is it still a leap of faith when I know I’ll fall flat on my face? This constant sunny disposition clouded by one creeping question. Are you a friend that I call home or a foe I fail to mention? My heads a distant shade of grey, I’m tired. These palpitations are wearing me down. The shaking stops. With conviction. I fight the dull ache with inspiration. I’m a worrier, not the heroic kind. Sweat drips from my brow down into my eyes. Sick of the fair weather, I always get the rain. We’re inseparable. Overbearing consequences. Jumping ship or scaling fences? Is it still a leap of faith when I know I’ll fall flat on my face? This constant sunny disposition clouded by one creeping question. Are you a friend that I call home or a foe I fail to mention? Anxiety has its death grip on me. I’ll try to keep myself straight. I work so hard for it but it’s hardly working. I feel each fractured nerve break. Breathe. These shakes won’t phase me again. Overbearing consequences. Jumping ship or scaling fences? Is it still a leap of faith when I know I’ll fall flat on my face? This constant sunny disposition clouded by one creeping question. Are you a friend that I call home or a foe I fail to mention?

Dip your feet into the shallow water. Cleanse your face feel the cold embrace of, The wind picks up; moves you are a grain of sand at the centre of playground in your hometown. As a child you are lonely bastard. Single mother with ambition for two. It’s not enough to see your lifelines limit on calloused hands with a canvas of blue You are cold hungry and weak. Insomnia has murdered your want and need for sleep. Pick up your head, cut the puppeteers thread Walk these streets, pick up your feet. You’ll need them so you can run. Human Interest. Human Nature. Head first straight into the deep end you’ve used your lifelines you’re on your own from here now kids. You’ve fallen flat on your face, you’re last place in this human race. I will carry you for as long as I could. Until my back caves in, until my will gives in. It’s not in my interest But it’s in my nature to care like I do, to watch over you. It’s not human interest but it’s my human nature to pick you up and put you back on your feet. You can run without hope if your hearts in your throat. You can build yourself up to who you needed to be. For me. Human interest. Human nature. Human interest. Human nature.