Here's a song for all the critics
Crank it up and churn it out
It's always over-crowded here
So I'm living in your doubts
Hollow phrases for your image
Comfort lines to meet the sounds
No more ears to lend out here, I fear
The sky keeps falling down
Kept in your place, all the logic's defaced
Can't you tell that it's all in your head?
It's caught in the breeze until you get what you please
But I don't think there's anything left
No I don't think there's anything left
Here's a song for all the cynics
With complaints sung out of tune
It's never good enough to walk away
As their lives all fall to ruin
Flying in your face, all the logic's replaced
Why can't you see that it's all in your head?
Floating on the breeze until you get what you please
But I don't think there's any fight left
I don't think there's any fight left
Now I don't wanna sound too insincere
But I still fear for what's to come
We can put it off for another day
But I always feel so dumb
I always feel so dumb
Flying in your face, all the logic's replaced
Yeah you're such a disgrace but I can't wash the taste away now
Flying in your face, all the logic's replaced
Why can't you see that it's all in your head?
Floating on the breeze until you get what you please
But I don't think there's any fight left
I don't think there's any fight left