You go I feel like dropping bombs between your eyes But not today Too slow I feel like sinking arrows in your eyes It's all the same You don't have to reveal it You get trouble concede You don't have to reveal it Are you feeling right Are you feeling right A defeated sight Are you feeling right You go Soaking up your public appetite The war you wage Too slow I tell you once again you're not my type You're all the same Something come along gonna make a chanage You don't have to reveal it You get trouble concede You don't have to reveal it Are you feeling right Are you feeling right A defeated sight Are you feeling right

Hold on to my dreams, and I'll come find them in your room I reach out in thought, expect you working on a tune But you're tending to some flowers that have long ceased to bloom The fresh smell of cinnamon enlightens all the gloom Is that what you hang on to? Hold on to my memories and write 'em down for me You might find a friend in your neglected history And one day you might wanna dwell on all the distant years The steady smell of cinnamon can't make them disappear Or is that what you were hoping for? Another dreamless night Fixing you up Your favourite lullaby Silence Hold on to my words, and I'll come place them on your tongue The reason you recall them is 'cause you knew them all along Though somehow when you speak them now they sound all wrong The sun shines on the cinnamon floating from the bong Is that what it has come to? Another dreamless day Passing you by Strolling your time away Blind eyed Another dreamless daze I'm right behind Ready for when you wake I'm too kind Just too kind

This is the beginning of the rest of your life You better start moving like you're running out of time The realisation coming over your mind That it should be a canter If you could just find the answer You know it could be a canter If you're just a wee bit less of a wanker More than half of the time This is the beginning of the rest of your life You better start grafting 'cause you're running out of time The roof is on fire, it's raining outside But it should be a canter If you could just find the answer You know it could be a canter If you're just a wee bit less of a wanker More than half of the time Because the hardest part of the game Isnae even playing the game It's caring enough to care about the things that you're doin' Oh it's a wee cryin' shame Here comes the rain This is the beginning of the rest of your life You better start grafting 'cause you're running out of time The roof is on fire, it's raining outside But it should be a canter If you could just find the answer You know it could be a canter If you're just a wee bit less of a wanker More than half of the time They tell you it's not easy They tell you that it's hard They tell you it's impossible to mend a broken heart The lead role in a tragedy, pretending that it's art It's hard to see the finish when you don't know where to start I could write a stanza, then put you in a song Detail all the times when you were right and I was wrong Flashbacks to the only place I felt like I belong You'll never be a king when you're acting like a pawn Because the hardest part of the game Isnae even playing the game It's caring enough to care about playing the game Oh it's a wee cryin' shame Here comes rain