Из альбома: The Sound of Pseudoscience
You're only the best when you can count on the stars
So right for the part that you forget who you are
Every time they cool off, you catch a chill of the nerve
Every time they warm up your temper starts to burn
Why don't you confess?
You're falling apart
Why don't you confess?
We all know what you are
Their fevers and fits have left you weak in the knees
What are you to do when you don't know what you please?
Every time they get caught you leave your tail at the scene
Every time they run off you're left to take the fall
You got a lot in your head
But no room in your heart
Time's come to confess
You're falling apart