I don't wanna be romantic
I got too much work to do
Save the wrong lights for the music
She could light a blowtorch for you
Build another building
Then we can collapse
History was sitting
Watch out for the traps
I don't have to be religious
I got nothing up my sleeve
Invisible strings attached you
To what you choose to believe
Words are meant for playing games
Games don't mean a thing
Pollution swims in radio waves
Names don't mean a thing
Have heard the bulls**t hit the fan
Twice before their times
Their tarnished charm
Girls get taught how not to trust their plans
Boys get pushed to pull alarms
Get those thoughts outside
Set them free
Be all that you can pretend to be
I once knew a soldier
When I tried to warn him about the weather
He said
My hands are meant for holding on
To the truth the way I see it
Your arms are meant for holding me
Hurry up before I loose it
I have seen the bulls**t hit the fan
I have seen the bulls**t hit the fan
Twice before their times
Their tarnished charm
Woman's taught how not to trust a man
Men is told to show alarm
But I don't want to get nostalgic
I got too much work to do
Save nostalgia for the movies
He could light a blowtorch for you
Build a brand new building
Because the old one's falling down
When your future starts collapsing
Hold on to whoever's around
Hold on to whoever's around