Lying down on the pavement, so happy

seeming to be in balance, but how could that be

really I must be jealous, don’t tell me

I just gotta leave the broken pieces or it’ll be the death of me



Six long years and seven heartbreaks

broken strings and countless outtakes, why?

never thought that I would follow through

got a working title somewhere

and I know one day I’ll get there, I’m

grasping here



I’m looking out for a simple kind of true

don’t know what I am waiting for

I’m holding out for a simple kind of true

at least some kind of a metaphor 



It’s simple, simple and it’s true

we got much to do

no excuses they’re just useless

we’ve got much to do



I’d say you hung the moon if they ask me

you help me so the plot won’t get past me

sometimes the obvious cannot be seen

at least not by me



[Chorus]



Remember all of the times

when we couldn’t make up our minds

hours and years disappear