Lyrics

Like a painted word on paper
Soaking through to the other side
I’ll be at the window
Just waiting to hide
Like the first page of a long book
That you kind of quickly scan
I’ll read right through the painful parts
Was that always part of your plan?
 *Nothing here is guaranteed Is that big news to you?
The people in the crash survived
But I just stared with you
At the wreckage – the wreckage
The wreckage (well I just stared) (X3)
Like the sweetest piece of candy
You feel a little sick
If you eat too many pieces
Now that’s the dirty trick
And the quarterback he can’t throw
His arm’s been overstretched
As he sits with his bag of ice
 *Nothing here is guaranteed Is that big news to you?
The people in the crash survived
But I just stared with you
At the wreckage – the wreckage
The wreckage (well I just stared) (X3)
=Well I wonder
What has caused this crash?
Did anybody here
Even think to ask?
Well the jaws of life were opened
Just to save the people in time
And in my new job as bystander I declare
I resign
Written by: Sean Parke O'Brien
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