Let him turn to go, let him tell you no
It's coming
Fire in his shoes, saddest bit of news
It's coming
Circle round again, lost and found again
Your story
Waiting up past dark, that's your favorite part
Your story
PRECHORUS:
I saw you with your back turned to imaginary crowds
I saw you with your head down, saying "nothing matters now"
CHORUS:
You sigh,
Nothing to it
You lie,
You'll get through it
Whistle to the tune, dance around the room
That's something
Stand out in the rain, cry when you're in pain
That's something
PRECHORUS
CHORUS
You fight to stay awake,
your dreams will likely drive you mad
But only cause you're living like
one shot was all you had...
CHORUS