Feedthefire
Our Tears are set to drenched, in pursuade your reality, and yet the truth is and do more cant save you from mondaine existance, 12 unknowns, lives are severd million hopes, and yet the news on tele's barely watched cuz its the same old war again.
Lets Talk about romance, romance is dead, its a nutty allergie exploited for comercial gain, they want you to fall in love with the idea of being in love, because nothing says i love you better, That flowers and chocolates and cards.
and its alright now, i can see clearer now, and its alright now, now your head is out of up in the clouds.
You can call me a cynic but at least im realistic, i went to work here today it didn't change my life. and yet everyone in my street, is going scandnavian. its like the uproar is at semi detatched, suburban britain.
you have to ask yourself why, it's like whitewash is brainwash, their diluting our sound.
and its alright now, i can see clearer now, and its alright now, now your head is out of up in the clouds.