Текст песни
You can t teach them what you don t know, with shredded paper and broken glass
there s got to be a single better place to talk this over
living my life on so little
there s got to be a single better place to talk this over
if it s good enough i ll embrace it
But some people stay the same, or is it enough to know i m fine with them
and i m staring out a window at a life on foreign soil
There s got to be a single better place to talk this over, these days are my days and that will never change
These days are my days and that will never change, where you can tell me about my failings, with shredded paper and broken glass
i m not looking for a hero
Living my life on so little, with shredded paper and broken glass
These days are my days and that will never change, because it used to be so simple Blankets, and it s close enough
Or is it enough to know i m fine with them, i m standing on the overpass
I m just waiting for simplicity, and i wait with bated breath for the pieces that were left, where you can tell me about my failings
You can t teach them what you don t know, i m just waiting for simplicity Enough, and i wait with bated breath for the pieces that were left
but some people stay the same
But some people stay the same, and i can t see the moon through the city lights
So close i can taste it, and i m staring out a window at a life on foreign soil Enough, i m just waiting for simplicity
So close i can taste it, so close i can taste it Much, traffic is at a standstill
I m standing on the overpass, there s got to be a single better place to talk this over
Or is it enough to know i m fine with them, i m standing on the overpass
And it s close enough, so close i can taste it
because it used to be so simple
Living my life on so little, traffic is at a standstill, the city s changing
The city s changing, the city s changing Radio, but some people stay the same
living my life on so little
Living my life on so little, and i can t see the moon through the city lights
living my life on so little
Where you can tell me about my failings, traffic is at a standstill Enough, living my life on so little
I m not looking for a hero, where you can tell me about my failings, before i started admitting what gets the best of me
Before i started admitting what gets the best of me, and i can t see the moon through the city lights
or is it enough to know i m fine with them
I m not looking for a hero, the city s changing, because it used to be so simple
Before i started admitting what gets the best of me, and i can t see the moon through the city lights