If they dropped the bomb

Would you love me then?


If I was wrong, would it be okay?


Well, I can see holes in every one

A change of season





If I found a way to make amends

Would you say I was too late?


Well, I can find the holes on anyone


A change of season

A change of season





I feel like I'm losing for money

I feel like I'm losing for free


I feel older than the dead angel


On my shoulder, claims to be




I feel like we're drinking and driving


I feel like we're running into walls

I feel like swimming in your apathy


You know I'd love to be your conscience when it calls




If they made me crawl


Would you love me then?


If I was small, would it be okay?

Well, I can see the need in everyone


A change of season


A change of season




I feel like I'm losing for money


I feel like I'm losing for free

I feel older than the dead angel


On my shoulder, claims to be




I feel like we're drinking and driving


I feel like we're running into walls


I feel like swimming in your apathy as a kind of parody

For miles and miles, miles




I feel like somebody's missing


I feel like somebody's missing

I think somebody's missing