Magnets and ball-bearings in the loft
From when I was a kid
Lotus pods will chill me to the core
Stomach somersaults
Now your ideals are smeared across the walls
And they ooze down to the floor
And I'm sorry, this doesn't feel useful any more
And I'm sorry, this doesn't feel useful any more
Break down the door
Break down the door
Head upstream against the flow of cars
I think that you should quit
Barricade yourself among the past
Together we defeated it
Now your ideals are smeared across the walls
And they ooze down to the floor
And I'm sorry, this doesn't feel useful any more
And I guess that I shouldn't feel anxious any more
Break down the door
Break down the door
I only hope I have the time to let you know
I only hope I have the time to let you know
I only hope I have the time to let you know
I only hope I have the time to let you know
Why am I so nervous in the line?
I should be composed, I should be fine
Fine
Fine
I should be composed, I should be fine
Fine
Fine
Fine