Hey, my head spins at the thought
That I'm sleeping my way out of this rut
Stealing, so we could be together
Losing, so we would never part
We wear american shoes
So we can't speak for anything
We talk, but we're really confused
So we won't speak for anything
Don't ask me how I know
It's a feeling you get when you're down low
She said "your hands won't stick together
But your, your heart will stick like glue"
We wear american shoes
So we can't speak for anything
We talk, but we're really confused
So we won't speak for anything,we'll just sing
It's everything...