There's nothing that needs to be said We can pretend We'll sandblast these walls and paint them again When everything comes to an end We can pretend We'll sandblast these walls and paint them again
Oh we hit a bump in the road again and now we're working out just what it mean I don't know much But I know at last That I'm falling fast And I won't come back
You say that everything's been going wrong But we've been living our lives how we want It's a throw away cliche but we know
There's nothing that needs to be said We can pretend We'll sandblast these walls and paint them again There's nothing left for us When everything comes to an end We can pretend We'll sandblast these walls and paint them again Ohh
No I didn't think that it would be like this So now I gotta work out what it is I missed Now all this love Is sticks and stones Being thrown round homes Breaking bones
What did I do wrong this time I finally found a fault
There's nothing that needs to be said We can pretend We'll sandblast these walls and paint them again There's nothing left for us When everything comes to an end We can pretend We'll sandblast these walls and paint them again Ohh
There'll be time for the changes we will make If we rebuild we can make it better I know it's hard for you to take I'd give it time but I don't really care
I'm not the man that I was I belong to the voice in my head that tells me "You are falling away from yourself and from everyone else"
There's nothing that needs to be said We can pretend We'll sandblast these walls and paint them again There's nothing left for us When everything comes to an end We can pretend We'll sandblast these walls and paint them again Ohh
Compositor: Stanley Laurence Michael Stevenson-byrne (Stanley Stevenson-byrne) ECAD: Obra #19955515