歌词
Later on
When envy's
Caught fire
Is it wrong
A sign of the times
To play appalled too long?
Said to toe the line
Assume both your eyes malign
Clutch kind
Ain't it a faithless hobby
Eager to get down with limelight bodies
To feel alive
To feel mind lucky
Did you gab what you had enough?
It'll fall right through you
With a weight of our own
It'll fall right through you
It'll
It'll fall right through you
With a weight of our own
It'll fall right through you
Forging on a crayon line
Just say it's all your own
Cut a story out
So no one knows the route
True towner
Ain't it a faithless hobby
Eager to get down with limelight bodies
Sad tries
Crosswise
Did you pad what you had enough?
It'll fall right through you
With a weight of our own
It'll fall right through you
It'll
It'll fall right through you
With a weight of our own
It'll fall right through you