Из альбома: The Overture & The Underscore
If it's all the same to you, I've decided that I'm lacking proof
A basic thread of unbelief could unravel your attempt at truth
You could blame it on her, you could pin it on him - that'd be a lie
'Cos there's no subtle dispute or selfless pursuit
Those things are marked by what they hide
No surprise that you've found yourself in too deep
Blame your chequered past for your lack of sleep
But make sure you count your blessings while you're counting sheep
If nothing more remains for you, it's decided that you leave confused
A simple case of hit and miss, you offered something more than you can give
You could blame it on her, you could pin it on him - but you don't want a fight
And there's no subtle pursuit or selfless pursuit
Those things are marked by what they hide
No surprise that you've found yourself in too deep
Blame your chequered past for your lack of sleep
But make sure you count your blessings while you're counting sheep
Asleep in your uncertain future no one else can tell you what you came here for or read your thoughts
If confidence is open-ended there's no guarantee you'll be protected now; there's no safety house
You can't just stay and rest here in my regard for you
No surprise that you've found yourself in too deep
Blame your chequered past for your lack of sleep
But make sure you count your blessings while you're counting sheep