Broken machines on the roadside
Perforated vessels on the shore
Taking instruction from a fable
Embracing, but we know we are alone
That was me on the inside
With no alternative to choose
You always talked about solutions
When you had nothing left to lose
Rivers halt and flow backwards
Separated by a pane of glass
Life at the strike of thirteen
Performing this experiment again
That was me on the inside
With no alternative to choose
You always talked about solutions, baby
When you had nothing left to lose
That was me on the inside
With no alternative to choose
You always talked about solutions, baby
When you had nothing left to lose