Tekster: Matchbox 20. Exile On Mainstream. These Hard Times.

Morning falls like rain
into the city life
there goes another night.

Lose my breath in waves
knowing that every crash
is bleeding the hourglass
and taking the stride...

from all our lives.

Everyone keeps talking
they promise you everything
they don't mean anything.

We may lose our focus
there's just too many words
we're never meant to learn

and we don't feel so alive.

Say goodbye!
These days are gone
and we can't keep holding on
When all we need
is some relief
from these hard times.

Move your hands in circles
keeping me hypnotized
the power behind your eyes.

Move around your bedroom
cursing the naked sky
you should be here tonight
but you stay alone
and cry...

There's something missing
you never feel it but you
you're gonna feel it when it's gone
when it's gone