I bit my lip with the food you served
Blessed with all these thoughts that this is what I deserved
I know that tone, I've heard it all before
Hallowed is the sound you make when you slam the door
And now I see your Father's eyes staring back at me
And then you sing with your Mother's voice. In spite of what I think, I'll just agree
I failed when I think I've got any fight
Plagued with optimism, I might just get this right
My mind is keen to curse the courts
But as I try and speak my tongue betrays my thoughts
And now I see your Father's eyes staring back at me
And then you sing with your Mother's voice. In spite of what I think, I'll just agree
Can't get my words out right
When we fight
Can't get my words out right
When we fight
Can't get my words out right
When we fight
Can't get my words out right
When we fight
Can't get my words out right
When we fight
Can't get my words out right
When we fight
Can't get my words out right
When we fight
Can't get my words out right
When we fight