Silence seems so fitting when there's nothing left to say. For lack of a better word, it's only temporary. Sooner or later you'll have to find it in yourself to stand up and be a man about all the let downs. Disappointment only goes so far. There's no better way to find out who you really are.

You were wrong, so wrong, and I knew it all along. So we sang songs for the better days. But I'm done hanging around for you to come back down. I'm so over it. Yea, I'm over it.


Yea, I'm over it.


Tell me how it feels to be left out, to be out on your own, to be all alone. Well, if I had to put it into words, I'd need more pages than the few you have given me.They only go so far when your words are larger than life.

(Woah-Oh)

Yea, I'm over it.
(Woah-Oh)
(Woah-Oh)

(Woah-Oh)
Yea, I'm over it.
(Woah-Oh)


What's the sense of walking on water, when there's no reason left to stay afloat? What's the sense of flying over all we know, if you decide to keep your eyes closed?