What's the point in building a house here
The nearest light is five miles away
The woods are still in control


What's the point in sending your thoughts here
To work by night and just die here

Failing to reach a result

What's your chance of storming a fortress

When all you do is distorted
You're running out of time


I'm so sorry
For all the strain the worry
Don't be cross about it


Please don't ask me to stand still
I can't hate you for being just what

Everybody thinks you are

I'm no worse than the rest

But I'm easily impressed
You've seen my file