Earth, it goes on spinning,
around and around.
It feels so endless when we fight.
So hold your own, and hope that wolds are soon convening.
I know I'm not better off alright.

Cause everyone,
is soon undone.
And everything,
is bound to be a wreck again.

Say, you're alone one night,
call, looking for a fight,
and all you hear is silence.
Don't be surprised if your
charismatic eyes aren't enough
to pull this back again.
I've stuck around for every crown of thorns you bear,
for some damn reason.
I've had enough of it, found my own abyss.
I need to take control.

Cause everyone,
is all undone.
And all that's green,
is bound to be a wreck again.

So, tell me it's not fair.
Make your own despair, It's not a perfect ending I know.
If I've learned about shows, it's that they go on
despite the circumstances. So
go, now it's time to be home.
Go be all alone and tell me that you're ready for
Lights of a brighter kind, crowds cheering far and wide.

No more rehearsing the worst things you know

more, is all I know for sure
but how to say it softly? (softly)
I was hanging round your door for so much more than coffee,
you've lost me.
Cause I've been around the block once or twice before you were running out of options. (options)
Cause I don't wanna be here, I don't wanna be seen,
I don't wanna feel fear.
But nothing moves without force in action.

Cause everyone,
has had their fun.
And all that's green,
was dead and gone so long ago.

So, tell me it's not fair.
Make your own despair, It's not a perfect ending you want.
If I've learned about shows, it's that they go on
despite the circumstances. So
go, now it's time to be home.
Go be all alone and tell me that you're ready for
Lights of a brighter kind, crowds cheering far and wide.

No more policing the feelings you own.

So, tell me it's not fair.
Make your own despair, It's not a perfect ending I know.
If I've learned about shows, it's that they go on
despite the circumstances. So
go, now it's time to be home.
Go be all alone and tell me that you're ready for
Lights of a brighter kind, crowds cheering far and wide.

No more rehearsing the worst things you know. No more policing the feelings you own. No more crying you know I ain't ready.

Life goes on without me.