You must be crazy
Or could it be true that your memory's been so unkind
So tired and lazy

You never could search for the things that you wanted to find

Bound by a fear of a knife in your back

The look on your face says your starting to crack
You're putting it down to a dent in your pride
But the misery's sticking to you like a thorn in your side


Can't face the demons
Cos there's not a demon would want to be snared in your eyes

So you say your leaving
And you pack up your bags and you paint on a whole new disguise


Out of the door like a fox on the hunt
There's fire in your eyes someone's gonna get burnt
You're looking for somewhere to lay down and hide

Cos the misery's sticking to you like a thorn in your side

Bound by a fear of a knife in your back

The look on your face says your starting to crack
You're putting it down to a dent in your pride
But the misery's sticking to you, yeah yeah yeah


Out of the door like a fox on the hunt
There's fire in your eyes someone's gonna get burnt

You're looking for somewhere to lay down and hide
Cos the misery's sticking to you like a thorn in your side


You burn bridges
By doing it all for the sake of a little respect
You cut the stitches

By giving it all to the heart of a little black egg

Bound to the cross by the nails in your hand

Your looking for someone you might understand
Carrying on like your spirit has died
Cos the misery's sticking to you like a thorn in your side