Из альбома: Mo Kenney
what could I say? what could I say?
there was nothing to do
and there was no one to blame
I learn to watch myself fade
when I see you walk away
I pretend to feel some kind of pain
I was always a pretty good actor, anyway
I don’t feel tired, I don’t feel shy
I haven’t gone a day without telling a lie
and my conscience feels no weight
and every time I end up on the floor
it’s always something I do
that keeps the lock on the door
and there is no other way
it’s the faces on the page
that bring me back here every day
to the place I was before
but I won’t chase that feeling anymore
and every time I end up on the floor
it’s always something I do
that keeps the lock on the door
and there is no other way
if the faces on the page
could bring me back here every day
then I would have something to say
but all my words have lost their sway
well I don’t want to waste your time
by spitting out another line
because you’ve heard it all before
so I won’t chase that feeling anymore