[glaive, kurtains, glaive & kurtains]
Open up it's the goddam police
Caught you in a rush
To you, it's just a crutch, but I was flying
I said “Where'd you get this from?”
And I knew I said too much when you went silent (She went quiet)
And you and I went down to raise the flag
'Cause I was down to drive if you drove back (Yeah)
Yeah, you and I and us and them and all of that and everything
And that is when I noticed at your shaky hands, your nervous glance, and—
I hope that I'm wrong about this
Why are, are your arms around him?
I make molehills out of mountains
But let's not talk about it 'cause this room's far too crowded
You caught me in a rut
And simply I had nothing for ya
That's the thing with us
We plant our trees in empty forests (Yeah-yeah)
And simply put it might destroy us
Simple things have lacked enjoyment
As I fall backwards, I—
I tell myself I'm moving forwards
Even the way I say, "I love ya"
Just annoys ya, make a choice
Because it's you and I and us and them and all of that and everything
And that is when I noticed at your shaky hands, your nervous glance and—
And I hope that I'm wrong about this
I pray to God about it
I made a song about it
I hope, I hope that I am wrong about this
So why, oh, why, are your arms still around him?
I still tend to make molehills out of mountains
So let's not talk about it 'cause this room's far too crowded
(It's so full)
Yeah, let's not talk about
‘Cause this room's far too crowded
(It's so full)
Yeah this room's—