And this running around is wearing me down,
in endless circles, the trees are falling now.
Quiet whisper, as the feeling creeps in.
I should probably go now,
theres nothing left to chase,
Take a deep breath, breath out again, and again
getting a bit heavy standing,
and I have to wake up again tomorrow, fuck
And everybody wants something,
but nobody knows what, I guess
so drink up son
So we sit around breaking rocks for some reason,
and we chat and chat,
yak yak yak,
and never really say a thing.
I mean, what could we say anyway,