Tekster: Shenanigans. On Our Own.

Because my heart has fallen,
the train is calling,
and you can't find out what we are missing,
and people change,
we all rearrange,
and this is what we've seen.
Check the scene.

And I can't help you out this way.
I know, how, that we will fall away.
We can't make it on our own,
so I try, try, try and use the road.

Now I don't need this,
the thoughts that you're scheming,
and I can't see your face.
It drives me crazy.
The people we meet,
will all be neat,
until you see what you're doing to me.