| like this summer unsettled | |
| and surprisingly grey | |
| I'm supposed to be warm | |
| but I'm tricked by a cold betrayal | |
| knowing that your cold war | |
| isn't over at all | |
| seeing how you try steering a craft | |
| that is bound to stall | |
| nothing's in your way | |
| and no one's out to save you | |
| so you can wither by the wealth | |
| or you can catch up on yourself | |
| so fed up with the good face | |
| to spare us from knowing | |
| what we already know | |
| and the faces we are scared of showing | |
| you have all that you had | |
| now it's time to give up | |
| and leave that miserable struggle | |
| you once thought your love could stop | |
| nothing's in your way | |
| and no one's out to save you | |
| so you can wither by the wealth | |
| or you can catch up on yourself | |
| nothing's in your way | |
| and no one's out to save you | |
| when your world is coming down | |
| and your ramparts hit the ground |