Iâm a bit overwhelmed, some may call it uninspired
But what is there left to do when someoneâs so young and admired?
And whatâs the point of it all?
If it just goes to waste
If Iâm nothing more than currents riding on top of the waves
So now Iâm writing this song
Like Iâve got something to say
Well Iâve said it before; Iâll say it again âtill Iâm blue in the face
And whatâs the point of it all?
To come apart at the seams
If Iâm never gonna be around to witness the dawn of my dreams
Weâre not giving up
No weâre not giving up
Do I have courage to say, what appears in my mind?
Or am I still censored by all that it means to comply?
So now Iâve found myself here, with this purpose and strength
To brandish these words, spoken at last, spoken at length
And now theyâre selling us a way out, a bitter pill
We canât afford the blood weâve spilled
Hold on to what you will, we canât afford it
And theyâre still calling it a way out, a lonely road
We couldnât but we mustâve known
Oh no, weâre bowing out
Theyâre gonna miss us when weâre not around
Put all emotion aside, no matter how hard you try
Take what is buried inside
You had it, you got it, goodbye
Put all emotion aside, no matter how hard you try
Take what is buried inside
You had it, you got it, goodbye
And now theyâre selling us a way out, a bitter pill
We canât afford the blood weâve spilled
Hold on to what you will, we canât afford it
And theyâre still calling it a way out, a lonely road
We couldnât but we mustâve known
Oh no, weâre bowing out
Theyâre gonna miss us when weâre not around
We canât afford the blood weâve spilled
Youâre gonna miss us when weâre not around