Lying down on the pavement, so happy
seeming to be in balance, but how could that be
really I must be jealous, donâÂÂt tell me
I just gotta leave the broken pieces or itâÂÂll be the death of me
Six long years and seven heartbreaks
broken strings and countless outtakes, why?
never thought that I would follow through
got a working title somewhere
and I know one day IâÂÂll get there, IâÂÂm
grasping here
IâÂÂm looking out for a simple kind of true
donâÂÂt know what I am waiting for
IâÂÂm holding out for a simple kind of true
at least some kind of a metaphor
ItâÂÂs simple, simple and itâÂÂs true
we got much to do
no excuses theyâÂÂre just useless
weâÂÂve got much to do
IâÂÂd say you hung the moon if they ask me
you help me so the plot wonâÂÂt get past me
sometimes the obvious cannot be seen
at least not by me
Remember all of the times
when we couldnâÂÂt make up our minds
hours and years disappear