Из альбома: Idle Ages
On paper, the distance doesn’t seem that bad
The line between what our hearts believe and what we do with our hands
And we’re passing out again
A fever is breaking all over this day,
As we sweat out all our workweeks and remind ourselves we wanted it this way
The breakneck speed at which we’re running isn’t making friends with anyone
And we’re left to justify these broken walls
Don’t ever forget the cost that we create
A fever is breaking all over this day,
As we sweat out all our workweeks and remind ourselves we wanted it this way
Running faster, this race goes on forever
While we’re passing out on rooftops ‘cause we can’t handle the pressure
Never rest, and we’re left to justify these broken walls