Tekst
Buried treasure at the record store
My problems don't fit pop songs anymore
Naked verses got nothing to hide
I'm just a shell, along for the ride
New Dawn, coming through
No time, nothing left to do
But the beat goes on
Everything in this life comes back to you
Everything in this life comes back to you
Everything in this life comes back to you
Everything you do
Is this death or an STD?
Did you take it or did you give it to me?
Thought I saw a spark in the ashes of your eyes
The empty spaces, I lived and died
Same song, nothing new
Broken pieces, nothing left for you
And the beat goes on
Everything in this life comes back to you
Everything in this life comes back to you
Everything in this life comes back to you
Everything you do