I stand
Here before
You today
Exhibit 104A
Of this cheap ruse

Sorry, it's the truth
I try to go outside, oh, I try and I try
Then a bicycle rides by on its way to nowhere
I survey, roaming the day
Oh well, the band don't need a name
But the band needs a hope in hell

I touch
Roses
And go
Where the wind goes
Not on shitty vacations

I try to go outside, oh, I try and I try
Then an avalanche slides by on its way to nowhere
I betray, roaming the day
Oh well, the band don't need a singer
The band needs needs a helping hand

It takes a thief to catch a thief
It takes a tree and it takes a leaf
Or maybe leaves falling to the ground
Then up in flames, another way of saying goodbye

Oh, I try and I try

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): Daniel Bejar