On a quiet road somewhere there is a shadow that moves at night
But it's not harming anyone
We'll add a bit more to this, if you miss it (then) you'll miss out
Here's a turn up for the books
The way I see it our cover's blown, the surface torn
The accusations were unfounded after all
There is dust is in the air but we don't give it the time of day
We came in second in the test
We can't handle this but things wear off after a while
It's just a flash in the pan
The way I see it our cover's blown, the surface torn
The accusations were unfounded after all
It seems like everything has taken a turn for the worse
Why was I so wound up it made me sick
I'm sure you said most of this in jest
The paperweight keeps the walls from falling down