Tekster: Treble Charger. Wide Awake Bored. I Don't Know.

I know that I have to sleep at night
And we all need someone to blame
No one ever has to realize
That we all get tired again

I think I've been cast
In the wrong play
My lines were written
On the day before

I can see there's nothing out there
That I don't know, but I don't know
It can be such empty logic
That I don't know, I don't know

In the time it takes to understand
Is a pause where we like to complain
No one is required to take a stand
And we all get time to explain

I think I left something behind
The lime green plastic
Olive branch before

I can, there's nothing out there
That I don't know, but I don't know
It can be such empty logic
That I don't know, I don't know

All at once, it's a special favor
Wave a hand and it's all arranged for you
Though we know you're no bleeding savior
We listen close, it's true

I can see there's nothing out there
That I don't know, but I don't know
It can be such empty logic
That I don't know, but I don't know
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know